"Self as Goat in Tree"

4 December 2019:

"Haven’t you too wished yourself a goat
perched punch-drunk on a linden tree,
blasé about the gold you might shit,
how it might serve both hunger and greed.
Haven’t you goaded yourself
to balance just a bit longer,
chew on some fugitive scents,
forget what a ditch the earth is." --Mihaela Moscaliuc, "Self as Goat in Tree"

This poem--and you can read the whole thing here--has sat in a folder for over a year, having arrived in October 2018 from the Poem-a-Day email. I am in the midst of a tough stretch here, one that is about to get a lot worse before it gets better. I find myself wishing to channel that inner goat in a tree, if only for a moment.