The soil is not a home
for the restless roots
of the migrant
uprooted
spread with the wind
in all directions

the north is not a home
for the migrant’s tree of life
nor is the south or the east
or the west

the sky is the home
for the leaves of the tree
for only the Zodiac signs
are fixed points
on the course of life

the roots
search for nutrition
not in the soil
but in the sun
making the roots into
branches
forever stretching out
to its light

water does not make
the tree bloom
but air is what feeds its
longing buds

to grow high
is not the goal
for the migrant’s tree of life
but to reach out
to unknown
woods