Of course, she answered.

Can I be honest? she asked, and the wind answered: Of course.

And filled her with a sweep of air that loosened

the things that needed loosening, the tight, unmoving pieces,

and she went tumbling down the street like a weed,

scraping curbs and snagging on things.

Until she reached a precipice -- things are decided

in such places -- and the wind said: this is where you fly.

Of course, she answered,

and made her ascent.