The mess I’ve made
Trying to avoid the shade
Of the tree
That seemed to grow up over me
While I was asleep
And the problem keep 
For another day
I don’t want it to get in the way
Of what I am 
And I have no plan
But I contemplate
Every single offered date
That makes a mark on the calendar 
And people would do well to remember 
That the sun slants shadows on the wall
But they’re not really there at all
There are merely cast by something that’s in the way
And the people say
I’ve errant desire
But I never tire 
Of showing them what I mean
Something woke the dream 
And now I see
It was never up to me
It was always the great expanse
And the power to watch the leaves dance