It’s So Easy

It’s so easy to be happy

When your life belongs only to you

The depths to which I regularly dive

The fiber I spin with an eye toward an ancient wooden loom; I know women used to know these tools inherently, and trusted them by sturdy feel alone

The books I have plundered, family histories in small towns I would to call my own

If given the chance

Fields I slash and burn knowing generations of topsoil are lost and carbon release is irrevocable

To do over

In order to insist nonchalance, righteous fortitude

As though you’re not the magnetic pole reversal of my lifetime

If your question is would you

Could you

The answer is still yes

I defy my own defense strategy because liberation from what keeps you is what matters

And nothing is forever and wild rocket grows

Practically anywhere