I think I'm a flower

This house is so dry

Sometimes I swear I can feel my throat chafing

My ashy tonsils wish they could sing again

But the air is free of moisture

Water doesn't quench the thirst of this winter

My dreams are so big

Sometimes I swear I can feel my fingers buzzing; feet itching to go where I feel needed

But the days are like one sewn together Monday

Time doesn't bring a new morning

I wish I could start running

And not get tired

Distracted

I like watching other things living

But the need to watch is deeper than the need to run

I don't want to stand here long enough to

Join the grass

I think I'm a flower

Tempted by light rain and

Little Sun

To open early

And stay where my roots have been