No More Swaying - June 4, 2026

suddenly, I feel fragile

as existence presses harder

remembering the willow I was

in a summer’s wind,

I now sway very little 

from the gusts of life

and I know, we know,

how breakable begins,

the tiny faults no one perceives,

the fractures inside our lengths

that appear last on the surface

we, of glass trunk, ceramic branch

and leaves of dry skin, stand

stiff in the cold twilight