I s—t—r—e—t—c—h …
But I am a young one,
A young one who knows not what lies ahead.
My buds are just beginning to emerge.
The water beckons, entices …
And often lulls me to sleep.
I love it.
I long for it.
Yet, it is unknown.
I do not know where the water might take me.
But I stretch ——
I want to be big!
I want to fly.
I wait.
A beautiful breeze kisses me,
Makes me float …
Float in the air.
I’m intoxicated
By its kisses.
It reaches through me and past me.
But just as I am falling in love …
It becomes violent.
A madness stirs in it.
It swings me around.
I hold tight to my mother.
It swings me around.
I am losing …
Losing my grip …
My GRIP on my family …
The wind wins.
And I f~l~o~a~t~~~
For a moment I am flying!
Flying high!
Yet as I begin to descend.
I see my love …
See that water lapping,
Inviting me.
I long to touch it.
So, I sway, sway, sway.
My small leaves catch the wind to direct myself.
And I fall into the gurgling gloriousness.
It’s delicious.
I float on its surface.
It carries me.
I am in love.
And then I’m stuck … hung.
Something …
Something grabs me …
Pulls me to the side.
The water rushes by as if to bid farewell.
I am hung.
Locked in.
I wait.
And I take root.