129: dreaming of moving

the birds turn around and their bodies are like trees
roots into earth like their claws into me
high or low, they can't fly now because it's winter.
they must sleep, and dig deep their roots
into earth like claws into me.

only when i'm asleep,
do these birds and the trees
haunt me and ask me the severest of questions.

i can never answer but this much i know:
not only must i leave, i must also never go back.