The Wind is my savior
As a child, when she blew through me
Out came the sound of laughter
And I felt light and airy and free
As a young adult
When I was giving up hope
She fanned the embers
To spark new life in me
But as the years passed
More debris built up
Man-made stink
And I lost all my glee
Stagnant, dank, pregnant
With societal, religious shoulds
Suffocating, gasping for air
No new life could breathe
I surrendered–it was brutal
I had to strip to my bones
Vulnerable, naked
I almost drowned in that toxic sea
I called to Her
I felt Her breath
She lifted me
She heard my weary plea
Hello, old friend
We laughed and twirled
And danced away
From man’s polluted lair
That fishbowl of rot and war
Which so many can’t escape
Drugs and shopping and travel
Fuels capitalism–and more despair
There is no cleaning up that mess
One must leave it all behind
Lighten your load–be like a child
The Wind will answer your prayer
She’ll take you out to Rumi’s field
Down past an old shack
On a road that goes to nowhere
Come…and meet me there.
barbjbeyers 12/24
barb j beyers 