Repentance
One night in deep repentance
For being human
I lay in a darkened thicket
Of wild grass and scrub oak

And yearned to be dispersed
Into ten million atoms of
Unthinking matter
As I pressed my face against

The soft cool dirt and
Smelled the thick earth smells
I felt the sorrow of believing
That my hands were not

The branches of the trees
And my eyes were not the stars


© J.L.Stanley