My branches resting in deep silence, friend wind
Circling about the barrenness of a heart that roots
Firmly now in this soul, far removed from the sea
Where born and baptized, it drank ’til intoxicated
The slick elixir sold at corners in desperate worlds.
I don’t know how to breathe when the wind spins
Like this. But know I must and so do, slight though
Breath might be, it will be enough for this instance
Of doubt that hovers over me the branch of a tree
That awaits the warming it know will come, as ever.