Like the Wind

Photo by Mila Young @allisweeell

Like the Wind

Like the wind –

I want to appear and

blow your cheek cold

after it’s been sun-kissed

and then leave no trace.

I want you to remember

my brief and airy embrace.

Do not chase me.

I want to reappear

like the wind –

I want to be outside

when you wake,

rattling things in your heart

that make it go bonk.

I want what every wind wants:

to be free,

to see sunsets and sunrises.

To make waves and trees bend.

I want to lend my breath to life,

to yours and others. Yet, I Dont’

want to be permanent, just the

soft breeze on a hot evening,

a chilly wind in winter;

Then gone. Unremarkable and

unnoticed.

I want to disappear –

like the wind.

- By Michael Stolt

#148