A Simpler Beast

I wish I were a

creature secret.

Nature changed,

I alone to feel it.

In autumn or a

fall I in comfort

rest under stars

free of my hurt.

I human know I

logic that burns;

I dream of being

so much simpler.

Feeling fields I a

rogue at my face

to feel wind only

felt for that day.

This my dream I

wish to be born

again at my end

free of all scorn.