I return to this point of wonder:
what kind of animal began to stand
on such small feet? And only two?
What vertical absurdity!
What uptight madness!

Perhaps we were imitating the trees—
lifting our arms,
wishing for roots—
and then forgot to set ourselves
back down to our four, more
                        rational feet—

our longing grew our fingers longer,
twigs to our branches—
for if you long hard enough,
do you not find fruit
in your palms?

I return to this point of wonder.