POLLEN

Orient your little heads
Those little heads on nano bodies
Orient them and
Dart away
Like tramps with uncharacteristic urgency,
Go everywhere
Spread yourselves out, and
Scatter
You are not the territory-sensitive animal
You are not the jurisdiction-conscious mortal
You are not a medium-bound prisoner
Sprint away, fly, crawl, swim, dance
You are the ubiquitous free spirit
The truly unfettered one
So arbitrary, so crazy,
So unbound, so free:
Perhaps those are not
Little heads with nano bodies,
But are really,
Tiny bodies with no heads
No, yours are not the thinking, calculating, planning heads
Yours are (only) the truly free bodies
And yours are the only truly free bodies;
With a speed that is part mood, part intent
And all of the world as your resting place
You are the archetypal traveller
May your free tribe multiply and increase
But no, not in this nostril you tease!

*smirks* !