Why can’t I be both
wind and sand? I want
to be pulling and pulled.
Can I be the wind, whipping,
stripping, shaping,
and the soft sand
yielding, surrendering
shapes into spaces?
I yearn to be both
you and I
together not taking
turns, as us, and
wind and sand
just taking time
the yes and no
of going and staying
being and nothing
to become both yin and yang
the yes and the no, going
and staying, why can’t I be both?