Scatterbrain  

I envy the trees.

I would like to
Bolt my roots into the ground in might
With calloused, resilient skin
And thrust my emotional centers off of me
Like dead leaves
Scatter them onto the frozen earth
Into the dirt of the day
Let them rot
Let them die
Until winter finds them harbouring
The unnerved stillness of a hunted beast
And smothers them under blankets of snow -

Finally at rest.

© 2007 Victoria Rohac