The Wind

Be with the wind,

dear child,

be with the wind

because the wind will never fail you.

It tells it like it is:

present yet invisible

until it pounds its mighty fist,

roof tiles falling,

refugees sprawling;

the next day gentle,

subtle whispers on the cheek,

nature calling,

mother asking

for a forgiveness she does not owe.

 

Be with the wind

because “wind” is just a word,

because “truth” is not a story

or a prayer or a hymn.

 

The only truth is beneath our feet,

in the air that speaks

with an ask that is beyond forgiveness,

a force reminding us

that change is imminent.

 

November 23, 2019

Intention

The simplest intention

each lesson of life

gifts you

should not build you up

but build you down,

break off the complicated factions

the world threw at you

and release them

into the wind.

 

September 10, 2016

Riverside Park

Some days,

my eyes drift down like leaves

falling to the ground

they do not fight the wind

they say, “Thank you,” and move on.

 

Others,

they cry–

and don’t even know why–

it doesn’t feel like rain

it just feels like a mess I have made.

 

Listen as I run.

 

Footsteps left behind

they will fade with time

the sunset is the only direction I am headed in,

no matter the feeling

I keep moving

for life is about flowing with the storm,

even when it’s in your mind.

 

May 1, 2016

One for Love

A gentle tap.

A slight placement

of a hand,

carefully, on my back.

Eyelids perched

on radiant,

story-layered skin.

The sound

of your kiss

like the rain;

the taste

of your breath,

a summer wind.

Your gaze

tells me you have

everything,

right here.

I trace your lips

to remind you

I am

only extra.

 

January 27, 2016