Today I am a willow
and you a whirlwind, howling
sirocco rushing through

my hair, my fingers raking
your outline into so many streams
even as you throw your weight on

and against me. And yet
tonight you might be still,
I a swan and you

the lake mirroring me while I
skim your surface and draw
patterns far above your silent

depths, each of us contemplating
the other, in secret wondering
what we will be tomorrow.