roots

and I said to myself,
'enough of digging
into the never-ending dark,
let's get some light
and fresh air,'
and set out to take a peek
at the sun, always there,
and to lie there
naked and burning
in her unforgiving flame,
until I saw how she melted
into the sky every evening,
leaving me with a blanket
of darkness,
taking me down
the roots of an ancient tree -
breathing, alive,
and in no earthly hurry
to be somewhere,
travelling into a space
I simply don't know
nor want to find.