Need.

 it is not a gentle gift 

 that god gives us. 

 but it is a gift.

 need ties us to this planet

 sharp rocks

 staked deep into thick earth.

 arms like balloon strings

 tethering us together.

 i am grounded by your expectations

 grateful

 to be needed.

 counted.

 counted on.

 i am not loose in this world

 i am a wild child without you

 your disarming love

 your gravity.

 your resistance

 

 when need is no longer

 we will be wisps of cottonseed 

 dandelion rain