77-daisy chain

not another day; sunlight flickers, flicks
above beyond through the window, the leaves.
not another day, the table sighs in my ear,
can't you see this is not where you belong here;
doldrums, seas, not. yes, i say yes 
yes i do not desire this rope tied about
my pinky toe, the tiny string of ironclad chains.
arriving here is not what i was destined for,
pausing, replays. moments. yes i say, Yes
i belong in a field, daisys flowing through my veins
inching their way home; blooms, bloom.