Walk in the Wind

     I had so many months of creativity constipation since my surgery, I began believing my ability to write resided in my replaced, right knee. Fortunately (or not), my brain is now fertile again, probably because of the constipation previously mentioned, and I am producing brainchildren at a prodigious rate. Hence the following.

                                                  Walk in the Wind

Today we must go for a walk in the wind,

out of the door we go.

and we must follow the path that it takes

wherever the wind may blow.

We are as free as the waves on the sea

riding the gusts so high,

coats spread out wide like the sails on a ship

watching leaf-boats blow by.

We feel as high as the clouds in the sky,

feather-light wisps of white,

over the mountains, not knowing the place

where will shall be tonight.

If you should see my granddaughter and me

out in the cool, March wind

you will not guess the adventures we’ve had

or places that we have been.

We have not hasted and rushed through our day

and surely must pay the cost,

but time that is wasted on walks in the wind

never is truly lost.