I need a place
of color
like wind-whipped prayer flags
and I need
someone
who will think of me
when the skies
turn
grey. I've known familial
love and I've felt needed --at least
for what they call
my empathetic ability. Now I'm just left
thinking
what's the use
of being the spoke needed to make the wheel
turn
if I never really needed
the wheel
to get where I wanted to go.
The only thing
something round as I
needs
is a little breeze but I've been
left watching the wheel
turn
without me. I've been left
watching
breezes carry feathers
far --and much too high
to even nudge me.


                                                           ­                                       I asked
                                                           ­                                       to be a kite but
                                                             ­                                     even kites
                                                                                                  need

                                                      ­                                            the fickle breeze