Bend

My heart's chamber is a catalytic converter.

My arms reaching up to the sky

pulling the curtain of the night down into my lungs

my feet rooting down to take up the magnetic field of the earth.

Both running to meet at the middle of my center

like a kid at the starting line.

Remember the wheat field out back?

So tall your head would pop in and out

like a ball in the sea.

You were finding treasures and stability; I was finding you.

For you are bending ever constantly to the weight of the wind

and I am blowing stars from my breath to light your path to the end.