First Steps

Like an alien boy waving goodbye to the departing space ship that left him on the beach, naked and wandering, I too seek the shade of the green trees further on, past the beachhead, closer to the village.

I want to climb each tree, inspect the tops for evidence of an emerging forest and get lost in the canopy, not touching ground for days, living on the fruits, sharing secrets with creatures that cannot speak.

Resting there, like a proud Buddha, having moved past pride to a simple code, relearning what was gifted when I first accepted passage to this dark spiraling cloud, so perfect from a distance.

I would grow my tail to free my hands and shape from clay more creatures who would follow in the steps of their creator, who like them yearns to take no more than what is given in the course of a single day.