DANDELION

One day I discovered that my head no longer belonged to me.

It did not happen all at once. First there was one thread. Then another. Then hundreds.

I thought of cutting them.

But I understood that each one was carrying something of mine toward a place I did not know.

Since then, I try not to move when the wind blows.

I don’t know how much of me remains.

Nor do I know if that matters.