Sweet Potato Haircut

I want the earth to cradle me-

I want the winds to tie my hair in messy bows

and I want the rain to dance on my skin

like it knows who I am and where I want to go.

I want to race with the swaying trees,

all momentum forward into some unknown moment

that will inevitably find me.

I want to do the things

that remind me how much I don’t want to die

things that set my heart alight

and might maintain this internal flame.

I want to love endlessly, 

and in return be endlessly loved

by the swimming clouds and the dancing rain and the swaying trees.

I don’t want to write poems

but instead

the truth as I know it 

of this vibrant breathing place

that never lies but doesn’t tell you what it’s thinking.

I don’t want to read over what has already been written

I just want to hurtle forward in love and light and most of all

in consciousness.