Bother what

As memory, like an ant, crosses borders

Traversing

The split tree cocktail table

That separates me from them

Bother what

Hybrids live here, nestled between

Kadafi and Gibran

Levant roots and shoots spread

As wide as this original tree

Now, not tethered to its earth

But allowing me support if not

Succor

I might sit in the desert this evening.

I might cure an unknown disease

I might found a nation that stirs peace.

I might develop a skill that no one can detect.

I could arm the defenseless or shadow the mighty.

These vertical pathways exist, unencumbered

By disdain or wealth or priceless princes

That galavant and come undone

In this Spring moonshine

I might just sit in the desert this evening

Come what may.