Separated By Angst

When I worry I gather myself I become a cat A cat playing in pure instinct Perched on a limb gazing I become a tree The blind growing skyward Reaching high by millimeter I become a leaf transpiring Breathing drops of water Rising with the morning air I become a nimbus Drifting far above cares Till I rain down upon me I become a sting of wetness Reminding me I am the world Worrying too much about me The cat, the tree, the clouds In me a quaternity Banished by worry Till I return to ok-ness