Clearing

by Christos Polydorou

​I wanna be more

than just my needs.

Then my actions

would be different.

I wanna dance

with trees too

and kiss flowers

and lay in the grass

until I am nature’s groom.

Take me dear breeze.

What good am I in bedrooms?

What am I really pissed off about?

I fall backwards

into the soil’s hard embrace

and I think I am beginning

to trace a face in the sky

like you can sense

someone on their way into 

the clearing you are,

just as they are about

to enter the clearing.

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