the wind calls my name
tells me its secrets
tells me it still holds my own
brushes through freshly washed hair
lifting and moving the weight
to find and remind my ears
of its truth
i cry
i laugh
i shudder
most days i just smile
for even secrets are memories
i turn to watch it leave
to see life be moved by its grace and power
pushing past perceived boundaries
making the world dance
praying it keeps its word.