A Wild Stream

My heart is a stream.
It can’t climb your walls
of perfect, unbending, cement.

You tower above
with all of your love
and expect me to defy gravity.

Don’t you know?
This is how it goes…
water can’t flow up a strong tower.

But it flows with much ease when one bends to their knees.
Drop down to the ground and my love can be found.
Not hidden but fierce, wild and free.