I find myself in a ballroom,
baroque ornaments decorate the ceiling.
Twirl like royalty and spin until the room
turns into a maze
turns into a forest
turns into an open field.

Here the ocean spreads,
as mountainous waves sprout from a single seedling,
so do I, in passing swells, near the desert.

I am the trees that grow into each other,
we embrace ourselves.

And as the music crescendos,
so do our tender heartbeats.
They do not stop beating
despite the countering actions,
the voices that tell us to stop trying.

See the leaves whirl, autumn-red,
kindle a fire, it reaches to the heavens.
Now it is time to rest,
quietly.