You don’t have to be yourself.
Whatever you do, is what you do.
Whatever you say, is what you say.
And there is no need to pick through
the burrs and snake pits looking
for that one self that is you.
Stay for a season with the oaks and firs
the redtop grass and rivers that make falling
appear simple, like standing up, like drinking.
You are that river. Stop trying.
You are the oak and fir and redtop grass
and also the thousands of trees and grasses
that exist within each of them
and from which
everything that is has come.