gusts of wind wove between a field of grass bristles

the earth a mere hairbrush

combing and taming the wild chariot

that moves forth with time itself

my voice i urged forward

the susurrations i hoped were just enough

to travel the valley of the cosmos

and safely land in the arms of the stars

i lay before them

a witness before the jury

i plead to them

please go easy on me

for life 

as sweet as may be

is not the cradling arms of a mother

is not the embrace of the summer sun

i am silent amongst my consultants

they are nothing more than bark and needles

and the flowers despite their allure

do not carry baskets of comfort

every thought and question

walk the boulevards of my mind

forever to wander with no destination

and no satisfaction

but one restless thought

demands an answer

so constellations please tell me

why is the human spirit the heaviest thing to lift?