A Breath of Air

and the willow weeps
boughs bent
leaves reaching for the water

mild relief
as the wind sways branches
almost as if a spirit went by
whispering secrets to all who would listen

The willow listens
and waits
for another specter passing
drinking in knowledge from the air

and I wait
like the willow
for a message in the wind
a breath, a hint
of future fantasy

Where will I be this day, this hour
a year from now?
Will I know by then why I waited here?
Will fate be kind or cruel?

The wind knows
as the willow does

When will I...?

? Michaelette ?

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