I hear this sound of desire to grow
tingling from the rustle of a leaf
jostled by the wind
hoping to swoop to an alien shed ...
I hear this sound of desire to grow
with the butterfly flapping ceaselessly
from one bloom to another
cherishing beauty without patience ...
I hear this sound of desire to grow
with airplanes skating in the sky
bearing humans with hopes
and dreams of a distant land ...
What is this symbolic growth that we chase
under the guise of change and motion
which emanates from without us?
Or do we elude the sameness of being
in order to evade the agonizing stillness
which emanates from within us?
