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