„Wait,“ he said, „I am coming with you.“
His feet deeply sunken into the ground
„Give me just a minute.“
He pulls and pulls, forcefully
Face contorted
Feet covered in mud
Meanwhile, I am kicking up the forest floor
Watching him impatiently
What is taking so long?
„How did you manage to break free so easily?“ he asks
And the answer to this question is that I never had any roots to begin with.