Wind Blown

the wind whips through my hair
the sun kissing my face
I am free

I walk the real life
carrying a drill
and even though the bits are all stripped
I keep working

‘This isn’t structural is it?’

The wind blows
And a delicious tiredness washes over my body.

I am free.

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Wind

who has seen the wind?
the wise ones ask

and i have felt it
sweep over my skin
warm my heart

and i have felt it
shake me to my bones

I have not seen the wind
but I have fought it
peddling downhill
as it sweeps off the ocean
and asks me to question
do I really want to go over this hill and through these woods?
and does it have to be a fight?
and who is this wind off the ocean?
what does he stand for?
why are some days so hard?
and why does he blow?

who has seen the wind?
the wise ones ask
and i can’t stand it

who has heard the grain of sand speak?
and who has climbed the plains?
and who has touched the drifting melodies escaping from your lips?

who has seen the wind?
the wise ones ask

and I listen.

 

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