What I Need

The ocean’s white foam caresses me,
carries me into the weeping horizon.
As my borealis eyes become the sea,
I sadden. It is freedom’s intention 
to devour my body without contention. 
I revolt. I grow enriched in seaweed.
I twirl. The weight of my rebellion 
explodes as I can only carry what I need. 

I can now trace the limits of the sea.
Still submerged, the superficial tension
of my memories knows how to pull me
toward the surface. I longed for the sensation 
that takes me to the verge of my imagination
where I lift my mind from the veil of greed. 
It is the beginning of the realization 
that I should only carry what I need. 

My voice now extends beyond the sea. 
I sing through the wind’s voice. The oscillation
between the water and the air creates me 
a new body. I wish to be the foundation 
of a tree whose knowledge frees a generation 
from the blindness and ignorance of greed. 
Transmuted into seed, I grow an inner tension 
one that says I can only carry what I need.  

As my outer shell breaks in an exhalation, 
I realize it is not about what I succeed 
to have, but who I am through the realization
that I should only carry what I need.