rustling

I was like the wind

mute

 

in fury

I molded oceans into waves

silently rolled them

onto mountains

until   mountains              broke                                    down

I scurried

through flowers

hurried through

meadows;    wordlessly

carried clouds

birds                      seeds

to where they’re needed

missed

or loved

 

then

at the peak of my frustration

I found you

 

you were like a tree

solid

quiet

sincere

 

and while you could not educate

or control me

you stood there and watched me fail

to mold   roll   or    carry you

to push you down

 

you stood

unaffected

as I threw tantrum

after tantrum

until my rage was worn out and tired

until I understood

that I must

slow

down

 

that my strength

does not

match your frailty

that it’s only when I run my fingers

calmly

peacefully

against your lips

only when I brush your hair gently

that you will open your palms

and give me back

my true voice