You are a willow branch broke open.
Sleek. puffed with soft.

Wind breaks you down,
twists you. I’ve seen you
fight it, and now I say
Stop.

Let yourself break free.
Snap at the root,
blow puff to the wind.

Become a cloud,
pass over mountains.
Come east. Come to me.

I’ll hold the sky for you,
tether my roots
to you and wait
until you are full enough
to circle the globe.