Control
Curbing my appetite a little longer
Turbulence on a plane
Ripples on the lake’s surface
My hair blown wayward in the wind
Snow, sleet, wind, hail, rain
The walking path of a stranger
The curls’ rebellion
Banging of a gavel, a swift decision
Words out of mouths
We’ll never grasp it
Or hold it in our palm
Like a bird born wild
I will never have it
It will never be mine