hey, you, mr. universe

listen,
i don't want this heaviness

you know those days on which you give me
the power to understand the birds
or notice hidden things and run and scoop them up
the way the wind does?
i want more of those

am i asking for too much?

i see what you're doing mr. universe,
i've figured out your game plan
(i think)
and i am only o-so-full of encouragement!
keep going, i say, i can't wait to see how it turns out

but listen
mr. universe sir
please listen

i don't want this heaviness

all i really want
is to be an infinitely small part
of the grand design
to curl up and fall asleep right away
to sing in the shower
and write simple poems
now and then

am i still asking for too much?