the tree I wish I could to be

between an ephemeral butterfly
and a long lived olive tree
I choose to be
a winged - but rooted kind of tree;

between the twists and the knots
of the olive tree trunk
and the straight ascending pine
carrying with him all the vines
that dare to cling,
I choose to dance any kind of dance
that will keep the light
coming down to me;

and if I cannot be
what I am not
who cares
if I just talk a lot
and paint the walls
with all sorts of words
for which sounds
are yet to be invented?