i do not know how
or where to sit and break -
perhaps on a mossy, wet log
quite as helpless as i
but the nearby town shall be busy and
the sun will be high -
and beside a quiet lake
quiet as inconsequent as me
i will talk to the waters – unheard all the same
of how the wind does not hear me when
i plead and i say –
won’t you take me away
won’t you take me away