Taming My Wild Hair

In the battle to tame my wild hair

I surrender

Gladly for

This is all the wildness

Left to me

Once I dreamed to see other worlds

to walk the moon and

teach the stars to bright eyes

Destiny called me to cure the world’s woes and

Find the Holy Grail and

Gift it to restless souls

For now I’ve settled on the sofa

Playing tired tunes as if I never left yesterday

Whipping my hair into submission

Still

Dancing where I sit

Trying to hear the different drummer

I sit here still because

I’ve washed my hair and gathered my weapons

The comb in one hand stares its sharp teeth in my eyes

Beside me black binding bands,

camouflage in plastic, prepare for ambush

are primed

to capture this mane of curls

to win this war

They can hold my hair

Leave me with red gaping wounds on my resolve

but

They cannot tame this wild thing

Even as I twist the braids and

Tie them off

I rejoice for each stray strand

I revel in the battle still unwon

I crave this clash with my hair though

I would not have it tamed

Like my dreams