When I Am Tired

When I am dead

Bury me

Beneath a tree

There shall my soul

At last take root

– – –

Keep most people

Away from me

– – –

Just a clearing

Where the wind

Will whisper

Forget‑me‑nots

And the rain

To cleanse me

& befriend me

– – –

I will eat

The sun!

And be full

With my breath

And the earth

Beneath my feet

– – –

Or, just let me sleep

Such blessed relief