Self-Portrait as Triolet for Tree

There is a name which will bind me forever.
At its behest, I exist. In its shadow,
I bide my time. I plait my hair forever
there. Is a name which will bind me for ever
his? Am I the echo of a fall into forever?
Word me what our bodies knew. Willow. Shadow.
There is a name which will bind me forever
At its behest. I exist in its shadow.