I've said it before, but—
Life was never actually simpler than this.
Tu es sur la lune?
Non, je ne dors jamais.
I see men as trees, walking.
They tell me I reached for the moon.
I too have seen the tree with the lights in it—
I am feather, pebble, stone.
I have felt my future rushing at me three times.
Have you seen the morning? I confused streetlights with the moon.
I felt it in blond and green and a rhythmic speed,
A golden rectangle between my head and my body.
Sometimes moments feel I M P O R T A N T
(and I could hear its speed.)
They tell me that flies are voluptuous.
Life was never actually simpler than this—
Are you paying attention?
I have a sense of wonder.
( P A Y A T T E N T I O N ! )
Who let the nosy one input all the data?
I'm a girl in love with the mountains
And the space between the mountains and the sky.
I looked at the lights and—
But I'm not what anybody's looking for.
Lead your life to the Lord, they said.
Life was actually once much simpler than this.
I wasn't paying attention for the longest time—
They asked if I'm on the moon.