I Wanna Be

A Poem by Elizabeth

I wanna be
a sturdy, gnarled sycamore tree
Rooted, embedded in a single spot
Unchanging, as the seasons pass by
Unflinching, as the branches sprawl into the sky
Unaffected as the birds sing their charming soliloquy

I wanna be
The cold, icy wind over the sea
Drifting listlessly, over the world's expanse
Partaking in the joyful symphony of the waves and the rocks
Wandering without a direction, as a cool salty breeze
Wayfaring among the voyagers and the reefs

I wanna be
An old, secretive passed down recipe
From a great grandmother to her daughter
To her daughter, to her daughter
Whispers of tradition, bottled into an expression of love
Held through memories of laughter and grief

I wanna be
A distinctive melancholic melody
A nostalgic tune that carries warmth
The jingling of windchimes during summer vacation
The sounds of the bazaar as people haggle the prices of fruit
A forgotten song played on grandma's radio

I wanna be
An embodiment of dichotomy
Neither this or that nor here or there
I'll bend like weed to the whims of the wind
Or let my feet implant itself on the ground
Anything but me, or maybe nothing but me