Once we were grains in the wood,
Unexpectedly bending curves,
Islands on a table top, waves around.
Now every day has the same rhythm
While you and I have lost the wildness
and gained so much good, so much balance.
Our roads are straight with walls of obligations,
Narrow alleys of glistening wet stones,
And at home the coffee table carries two remote controls.
Now and then the port and coffee stains
Tell me of our history, making me want to remember
How we once were constructed in wood.