Your Roots

have curled back into soil

by now, there is nothing

left for the world to see.

Or nothing left that the

world needs to see now.

You have to stand there.

The wind is not enough

to knock you down, unless –

of course – you let it be.

The dirt had never been

salted and left for dead.

Only barren from lack of

sunlight and nutrients and

earthly desire to push

one tiny inch more

away from you.

That might have been

the inch that broke you

through to willowed bliss,

that might have been

the inch that spanned