1988

If I raise my arms

and try to fly

only the sun will be

out of my reach

when the sun is

all I desire.

For a century, at least,

I have stood here

with my arms clasped

to my side

waiting for the dew to share

its secrets with me.

For a century, at least,

I have stood here and

waited

my palms facing 

the sky

my eyes turned toward

the sun.