there are successes I do not want
opportunities I would gladly point back out that door
back the way they came
I don’t have any desire to raise myself higher
if it hollows out my green sapling of a soul
I do not want to die of shallow roots
or a lack of sunlight
my happiness is moss covered beauty
without need for cultivation
leave the carefully measured success to those
who enjoy the act of measuring
wild things like me are better off unfocused
existing for the same reason as any given tree in the forest
to take rain and soil and sun
and turn it into life
just because
unfocused [poem]
Larissa Lee 