I don’t have
what it takes
to push out,
to not be wrapped around until I can’t breathe,
and then find myself
gasping for air
and running fast.
They say that
Dakinis never land,
and if you squeeze
one too tightly,
they kick you out
of the sky.
I know that sky.
There are women these
days, ecofeminists they
call themselves,
who have taken on
trees as lovers.
If they can do that,
I can take you on, too,
as a memory, a mountain.