I am tossed about by the wind.

No matter which way I yearn to go,

I have no control in the end.

All I can be

is gracious, kind, and sweet

as I am swept across the sky

for all to see.

I close my eyes

and surrender to those around me.

If I cannot see them,

can I not exist alone?

If I cannot see them,

can I not be content?

I try to see it as a dance—

life itself.

Messy, beautiful,

clumsy, graceful,

all at once

and in fragments.

There is no intermission here.