MY WISHFLOWER

I bend down to your slim stem

My kneecaps dirty with grass stains

And watch my breath ruffle through your wispy hair

Every whisper like a wind plucking another strand

I don't want to watch you go, so I stop breathing

Just an intimate moment of you and I together

But then you drop me so suddenly and go to the winds

I watch you waltz together

Dip, bob, sway, swing, swirl

Oh, Go Gently wind, I beg

I can hear your panting breath as your stature tilts and stoops

Oh, slow down, please!

Then you go, strand by strand

up with the wind, above my head

Into the stratosphere, for miles and miles

I want to cry. I want to scream.

Wind what are you doing? Flower where are you going?

Then just as suddenly you go still

My breath falls again your bald, bald stem

I can see your beaten look of regret

But I can't find it in me to forget

My fingers wrap around your spindly stem

snatch it, and toss it to the wind

isn't it who you wanted all along?