Embracing the Wind
Added 2017-04-26 15:32:38 +0000 UTCThe air is hot and still.
It hangs its weight on me,
And berths me to rocky desolation.
There is no sea, but still, there is current.
Its stirring softens me with nausea.
I brace myself to be kited by the icy gusts of indifference.
I spread my wings, like sails, against my anticipation,
And fall flat;
Left hanging in the in-between,
Stuck fast to earth, subject to the ever becoming imminence of change.
No sooner do I forfeit my
Forlorn fantasy of flight,
Does this tempering pummel itself through this silent canyon.
Overwhelmed by the haste and fever of now,
Instinctively, I tuck and withdraw.
Today, I will hang on.
Tomorrow, I will fly.
[Photo taken with my iPhone 7s. Special thanks to Sekaa for this beautiful pose.]
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