Comings/Goings

Not the air but the wind
Shifting, sweeping and unpredictable
Carrying leaves, leaves of herstory
Under its blinding wings.

Not the air but the wind
Leaving trees flushed and amorphous
Blowing dirt through distances
My feet have yet to reach.

Not the air but the wind
Devastating the very psyche it created
Enlightening and confusing
A gripping force only it is gifted with.

Not the air but the wind
Bursting with sudden evidence of madness
Immutable, constant
And yet a bold drop of violent inconsistencies.

Not the air but the wind
Boasting with humanity and perfection
A trace of wishful thinking
Etched in clouds of dust and gas

A snapshot of rare emotion
...not my air but my wind.


©Grace Ramos