Sunday, July 26, 2009

The Wind



There's a certain wind that blows
every once in a while
with a level of heat that makes me wilt
with a soothing hint of cool underneath
like the base note in a cologne
the coolness carrying a subtle hint of 
possibility and promise 
a playful lightness dancing at its edge.

I bet the Native Americans
have a name for that wind.
But I feel no need to name it
or capture it
in any way 
except this.

I just enjoy it 
as it caresses my skin
like the touch of a lover
tender and sweet
with whispered promises of 
surrender 
pulling me to the future
calling me forward
to the hope of what's 
right around the corner
just out of reach
and not yet in sight.

July 26, 2009


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