Poem for a Windy Day

 do you believe
in who you are?
do you dare journey into
that geography of fiber and grace
to find where your own magnetic north lies?
do you think these questions small?
just wait then
the southeasterly wind
that arrives unexpected
and with shocking fury
to whip leaves backwards
against the grain of stem and their own knowing
finds you, too
and lashes your soft underbelly
and yanks your feet above your head
perhaps then
the questions will not seem as small
and the roots that sink from them
to anchor feet in sweet ground
will no longer be

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