The wind picked up
this afternoon,
swirling from the south,
and as I threw a bag of trash
into the dumpster outside the office
a tumbleweed came blowing by,
twirling and bouncing
through the parking lot,
it took flight
while its shadow
remained on the ground,
and I suddenly thought:
maybe without our shadows
tethering us to the earth
we would just float away
and disappear.
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Walking into the ocean,
I am pure wind,
not breath but wind,
not lungs but light.
I arrange shells like a jetty,
and scrap the sky from the water
until there is only the sea.
Pulled by the current, my reflection
is an otter
whose feet never touch bottom.
When I think of failure,
I think of sandcastles washed away.
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Across the pond, just
A stone’s throw away.
The wind is in my sails.
Will I find frogs there?
The north winds blow so strong,
an eerie sound, making its own song.
Birds sing in nearby trees,
there’s a hint of spring and the
buzzing of bees.
The month of March brings nature’s bloom.
During the summer the beauty will parch,
But for now, the flowers smile,
With no hint of impending doom.