#9 Latitudes

Latitudes

I remember we were maple trees
branching out
deep rooted in earth.
We vied with oaks and pines
for sunlight
wafted through
unblinking
on starless days.
Our leaves were flags
we waved
just to feel the air lifting us up
while we dreamed of kissing clouds
and rain drenching us.
But some days all I
wanted was to sprout
just
one
mango.