I Wonder How

I Wonder How

to become
unbreakable.
My shoulder
blades shake
when I think of
white windmills,
sailing stiff
on purpose.
How do I spin
strongly through
the wind and
still stay soft?

I wonder how
to become
expansive.
My bare
feet ache
when I think of
rusted railroads,
abandoned
but unaltered.
How can I arrive
leaving tracks
that promise
to wash away?

I bow and eat
untouched sand
then ask the sky
for Wisdom.
My soul
stands up
when I feel
its desert rain:
gentle but unbending,
extending and yet
impermanent.

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MSR
1.14.2020