I’m a Sloth in a Tree

I’m a sloth in a tree
no one staring at me
just a sloth in a tree
nothing too fascinating
I’m a sloth in a tree
just a sloth in a tree

I’m a sloth in a tree
someone’s looking at me
am I interesting?
nah, just a sloth in a tree
are they pointing at me?
nah, they just like my tree
and that’s okay by me
I’m just a sloth in my tree

I’m a sloth, look at me
just eating my leaf
such a sloth is me
just a sloth in a tree
I don’t fall from my tree
even when I’m asleep
just a sloth in a tree
with toes numbered three

I’m a sloth in a tree
no one knows about me
so no one wants to eat me
and that’s just fine by me
I’m a sloth in a tree
and if you would believe
if I fell from my tree
I could stay in one piece
cuz I’m a sloth you see

I’m a sloth in a tree
and if you would believe
something surprising
I can swim like a fishy
with my toes numbered three
but I’m best in my tree
doin’ my hanging
cuz I’m a sloth you see

I’m a sloth in a tree
are you looking at me?
and my toes numbered three?
chillin’ in my tree?
well, you’re cool too I see
in my neighbouring tree
with a toe less than me
but another kind of slothy
so let’s hang out, you and me
and enjoy some gravity!

         

      

Copyright L.M. 2008.  (Dedicated to E.M..).

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Ascent

far below me lies
a river too deep to swim
it snakes all around me
and beckons me in
I reach for the branches
but, snapping, they fall too
and suddenly I realize
that I’m flying for you

the rapids, they squeeze me
and siphon my strength
the bitter chill of the water
testing my faith
somehow the branches
they keep me from death
and give me a chance at
a new kind of breath

Copyright L.M. 2007.  (written in West Virginia on way to Florida.).

Insomnia

how long does it take?
a million thoughts per second
I have only to grasp but one
and make it stick
but this delusional misery
makes me different
and silences the norm

to shadow someone
I choke at the thought
my independent sea
took many years to fill
and I don’t know how to swim but there
I’ve become nocturnal
and my body now frightens easily
I’m choking again

I cannot fathom why
and every day people ask
I laugh but I’m scared

it’s a lovely thing to have dreams
yet I avoid sleep
so as not to have them end

I swear to me it’s dark as dust
and just as mystical

Copyright L.M. 2007.