Staying alive as a whole person
when we are all made
of glowing particles of expression
straining
to break free
is quite a wonder, really.
All these dreams, all these thoughts
of bounding off into the depths of
of what?
The image in my head
is a great plain of grasses, rivers,
books, wildlife;
everything I love.
But that is not the depths of anything.
It’s only little me.