Five August 2009 I said I
…am forever the unchangeable knotted branch
Choking my throat
But refusing to spit myself out.
Looking back in my eyes I see I
was frustrated and tense and locked like old roots in caked soil.
Looking at me now I moved but I
am forever the knotted branch
twisting and writhing
not not not right.
Get it right get it solid
Efface uproot and flow.
I must go to the ocean and learn the antics of its soul.