one day I will go to the woods
to seek what I cannot find
amidst the steel and concrete;
asphalt and emptiness.
between tree roots I will make my bed.
cover my slightness with fallen leaves and branches.
nothing will take notice of me;
it will be not cruel, but a kindness.
my flesh will grow grass
to sing along with the leaves
as the wind passes through them.
together we will tremble.