To Only, to Just
To forgo
classification
and analysis
to be the salt
in the shaker
the sheet
on a bed to rest
as parted lips
to breathe
in rhythm
and convert
into molecules
to release as in
relinquish to hug
the bank and move
the direction
you’re urged to
repose as a boat
at rest atop a lake
a fish atop a pier
to grow a tree
from your chest
to mother to echo
like in a chamber
to melt as ice
across a lake
slowly over time
and from the edges
to sigh when stirred
from sleep to be
a whisper and listen
in return
for a whisper