You don’t belong here

This morning I put on pearls 
later I ran to the forest
and I lost them somewhere
dancing between the trees.

I looked around, feeling lost
when the damp smell hit my nostrils
and the cones prickeld my feet
and I felt scratches on my shoulders.

I lost everything again,
but I realized that
I cannot pretend to be
someone I am not.

Abandoned, different, trivial
I can only look and touch
Read carelessly written pages
Imagine playing the piano

© W. Donovan