söndag 27 september 2009

Sunday

I'm sitting on these
Stairs and eating seeds
Because maybe if I eat enough
My body will begin to transform:
Become more like a bird and take flight
Not to flee but just to fly

I'm sitting in this
City and eating seeds
Because maybe if I get lucky
One will take root, transform
Into a seedling and bud inside me
Like a weed in cracked cement