I am compelled by views.
I am captured still, connecting yet again to my position in the ebb and flow of earth.
The curling mountains, the frothing streams, we share backs.
But we have shared badly our sustenance and space.
I am sorry for this, and I am in your service.

I humbly ask for a new home, a place to be of help.
A community in conversation I could join.
And love.

My roots, grown strong in their twisted explorations,
drunk from a deep but dwindling aqueduct,
held on here for life for so long,
finally release.

I follow the skies, moon over the birds, climb to high places,
but though I can bounce,
my wings, stuffed between my shoulders,
have waited till now to unfurl,
and I have forgotten my methods of flight.