possess, not

there is this urge
a longing
to possess
whatever i see
i feel
experience
to possess the horizon
the taste of crimson 

in the evening sky
and the monotony of the waves

crashing over the rocks
to possess them
the difference between
the shades of green 

on a tree
the lapse in the movements

of a bird in flight
and the sound of dry leaves
crushing beneath my feet
possess the crescent
slowly dissolving
into the darkness
and the silence
pushing me into sleep
possess the power

of being able to stare
into the warmth
of the setting sun
and watch it reduce to nothing

possess the experience

of time passing by
with the changing light

and that fraction of second

when the mind melts

into dreams

possess each word
and what becomes of it
as it rushes
onto the supple surface of paper
from the growing limbs
of my thoughts

but

i don't want to belong,
in that possession,
to anything
anyone

belong not

to my own thoughts

heaving my body down,

to the wind 

pulling my hair 

and trying to take me along

belong not 

to the fresh stain on my sleeve

or the man staring at me

with his comfortable piercing 

thoughts

how is that possible

belong nowhere
and still possess it all?