Why have I come here?
To follow you in your pursuit
of . . . what? of convenience?
               me have my say
have we come here?
To be tipped by the scales of experience?
To be weighed against our own goods
and see how much we hold without them?
To answer to our own demands on others?
We ride their backs,
or would like to. Is that
an honesty?

I bide my time so well
waiting for your life
to seek its own level.
Is this what nature does—
wait and prepare?
If so, for what should I prepare,
sitting or flying?
Why do I wait on you,
what is it that holds me?
My own goods