But Instead

Unlike the flower
I am not to be just watered down
Or spoken softly in whispers to
But instead earth-shaken around

The parts cannot be gathered
In your baskets of curiousness
Or misunderstanding good willing
But instead scooped up wholly with briskness

Like a light breeze your words
They gather no speed, no meaning
Or stop days in their hours of tasking
But instead disappear invisible to see

And mine, all sections and worries
Carry not an ounce of willful discerning
Or fathom the deep abysmal hind stories
But instead keep me internally yearning