i wish i had the courage
to prance from rock
to rock, right to the cliff’s edge.
to climb a tree, barefoot,
without any purpose, but
an urge–
childlike in innocence, hope, and wonder.
to simply watch you want
to do these things
is a wonder and a blessing
in itself.

the future haunts me
like the past,
as i imagine myself
surrounded by people,
feasting on my incurable loneliness–
begging to understand
the deep, raw complexity
of our existances

and i nod,
pretending to know the answers