I am tied to a pole unable to loose myself. Limp, light, waiting for something free and strong to fill me out and up.

And every time help comes, we struggle. The bonds tighten and pull at my whole self.

I’m filled with intention in those moments, and hope.

There is so much to do, beyond, my, reach.

Someday, as I relax into my knots a great gust will catch me by surprise, unravel my wrinkled corners, and I will drift away, in wonder.