Dormant

how late is it what time is it how are these hours burning?
How much of life is lost to empty hours or how much
is gained?

I am a lizard or a bear or a plant but a plant that bursts
with rage from time to time like a gale wind from the roots
and not the sea.

But otherwise is still. Is still and waits and folds and stares.
No goals no visions fears or any thoughts or even words
exactly.

But then explodes I hope can last for hours in the sun
Can walk for miles. Can walk for miles. Can walk for miles.
And pause

And let the streets contract into a fist around me

And with a monstrous shriek each finger of the city
opens wide and for the first time in my life I can actually
run