Swaying with the autumn wind,
Swept about with every gust
Never landing, never settling
So far from her branch
Broken off and now
Drifting along with the torrential tides high
Wave upon wave of uncertainty
Ripples of opinions
So far from the pebbly beach
Withdrawing after each crash
Each crush
Falling past the edge of cliffs
Down the rabbit hole
Through the clouds
Two feet always on shifting plates.