Wind

Early dawn
the world frozen
time stood still
so did everything else
even her mind stopped racing
after a night of speeding
through thoughts
that danced with
every move she did
under the night sky

Circling her presence
her mind started to ease
as the light laced
the sky with the thin line
of dusk, the first breeze
of tomorrow, erasing
all those steps taken yesterday
that middle ground
between “can I go back?”
and “what now”

The breeze
teleported her body
from the vibrant stomping
dancer to the sway of a
leaf in the morning air
moving smoothly
lightly, balancing on the
sunlight line that’s already
over taking the horizon

Stepping into “what now”
she left her “can I go back”
in the darkness of yesternight
with the lost dance moves
the lost beats the lost thuds
that accompanied every
stomp on the floor

Carrying herself
with the breeze
her mind was clear
a blank canvas awaiting
the wet ink of today
to scribble the lessons
of what’s to be learned
taught, heard, tasted

And she, weightless
floating with the winds of
the morning, down paths
she has yet to discover
yet to experience
yet she let go of the bars
of fear that kept her in her safe zone
her 4 walled room of comfort

The wind grew stronger
and pushed her forward
her say was
disappearing flying
with the gust that caressed her hair
like a lover’s touch on a lazy starry night
quiet, yet the air dense with steam

The wind pushed her
over hurdles, she stumbled
and fell, angry at the wind
she stood up, and pushed back

Again the wind pushed her forward
this time, she saw a pot hole
the wind was merciless,
she tried to wrestle
the force of nature
maybe destiny?

She fell and fell hard
bruised knees, along with
a black and blue heart
that beats a thud
like a broken record
playing over and over
scratched by the tears
and looping over and over
to the wasted time of
a disturbing melody

Gathering what’s left
of her energy
she clawed her way through
that orchestral noise
that illusioned fall
and made her way to the surface
it’s day time
the sun scorching
the heat ..welcome

The wind calmer
the stillness of it all
awoke her sobriety
the brightness of the day
illuminated a world
she was blind to see
scared to experience
with a little black dot
in the center of it all
focusing her
spontaneity
on the
importance
of
it
all

 

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