POEM
The wind on my skin
Caresses memories of moments past
Seducing sleeping feelings and images
Teasing out joyfulness
From the pores of my being
Wondrous
Life-giving wind
Breathes renewed, sweeping,
winding a shroud of lightness from the past
Carrying forward, bravely on its iridescent wings
A singular thread of moments
Stringing a future, hopeful,
through doors flung wide
Ever open, ever more infinitely wondrous
Because it is ever oh so gently rhythmically…
Alive.
