Splinter in the Wind

I wish that I could curl up inside myself over and over

until I become small and unseen and protected as if in a shell,

but soft and light like a dandelion.

Then when I fall apart I could float on the wind to a new place unknown to me

and where I am also not known.

I could sink into the moist earth and be reborn—stretching,

growing ever closer to the sun—

until the world once again becomes too much to bear

and I splinter in the wind. 

© Cindy Chance (Written 2006 & Revised 10/14/11)