Tap on the Shoulder

A Willow Bending with the Wind
Reaches out to grasp what it needs
Holds the truth
Knows so well
The wind feeds it's soul

She's on the train
Holding her back against the door
Rocking to the past
They don't know her magic
I tend to forget how to bend

Come on, City Momma
With your windows full of glass
Digging your concrete into her shoes
You've got a story
Teach her...

That Winter, was oh, so cold.

Invisible figure
Brought a kitten home last week
Sat in her front room
Holding that little life
She felt a Willow Branch
on her shoulder

It brushed her cheek
wrapped around until it held the truth
The Wind knew so well
She was starving