I Can Be The Other Possibilities....

since i have cut my roots
and gathered all my leaves
what remains of me is nothing
but twigs and some branches

they give me a name. i am a floating tree.

birds are asking if somehow we are
genetically related.

i am mimicking the winds.
and we shall soon play our games.

now i can bark like a dog.

you see, i realized that i can be
all the other possibilities.

only if i will it, then what i think becomes real.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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