What the wind wants ties me to spirit, brushing past my ears she takes me aside wrapping my shoulders in a shawl, yarn spun with cloud, she cooes towards me "show them", you have something they want." wondering through air, kicking up dirt, I ask the trees for advice what must I do for the power of my words? I’ve kept them to myself too long tell me how to spin stories from the fibers, the yarn I wove through truths I disguised. The trees gave me their attention from a height and a vision safe from the erosion of time I gave them my truth they taught me patience “It takes time to learn progress takes time start, try, look for opportunities.” The wind danced to the right of me behind me she lovingly pushed me the way a sister would we held hands and drifting ever so slightly, our clasp loosened, ever so slightly, only as slightly as two people who love one another might notice through a lens, independent of mine and from a safe distance I hold a mirror on the paper and facing myself I beam hard truths at an acceptable speed negotiated by my pen the understanding I have of myself, on paper in honor and in truth depends on the time I take to respect the time it takes to understand the self the pen sees me to be. "tell them" she pushed her words like breaths. the wind pointed me west and with direction in front of me I let the wind push me towards the page and then I let the wind pass me by.