FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

The world becomes too tight.
Crowded inside you.
Who likes to live in this kind
Of asphyxiation?

You must remember an
Open door.
That house with a garden.
A veranda.
An open back door when
A child can just
Go anywhere.
You heart aches. You unbutton
A shirt. Breathe.
You learn too well from a river
Without doors.
A mountain made of all
Windows.
A cloud that drifts like you.