if we are different

if we are different, the world
growing in different directions
and on different limbs of the tree
                  we have sprung up
she finds herself, swinging back and forth
the leaves changing again
               suggesting, that like autumn
she should fall

away from something new

after all, it's safer playing possum
with winter

                 than, in the wind and rain
                 bearing the roots
and standing tall

the seeds, they seem - the sleeping
                meditation and hibernation
she hides her heart, in ice

rather than a sand castle

                    it is safer, away from the ocean
enclosed in metal, or a velvet coffin

if we are different, in this world
every limb, twists toward the sun
each angle, reaching
                                    the burning way
that living, a river - seems to run
                   beneath the snow
toward the dawn
                                if we are different
so two leaves, never the same

so two seeds, variations on
the color green

is it safer, to sleep
buried in sand

             stepping into myself
with a magic wand

she tells me, that I have my own eyes
                    I think she sees
but tries to lie

if we're so different, each ring inside
the years pass, no season lasts
                        as precise the orbit
all time decays

if we spend so much time on difference
                  life will not last
it will fade.