I long to be a simple man
to flatten the highs
lift up the lows
and sail steadily
To float on still waters that
lap lovingly at a sturdy bow
I long for a steady breeze
no gusts that send me soaring
nor droughts of breath
that leave me blank and still
I'm tired of wrestling the ropes
the cables wrapped tight long ago
to protect me and keep me
but which now, anchor me down
I want to cut and slash at them
but a knife would be dangerous
and it hurts to cut the work