A Wind of Bare Hands


A Request from Janel Pineda

"The wind envelops you with a certain purpose in mind, and it rocks you. The wind knows everything that's inside you."
- Haruki Murakami, Hear the Wind Sing

and yes, the wind is beautiful
for she was once created
to roam the earth in
pathless beauty.

an ephemeral breeze
captivating the world, essential
to live and live on.
she saves we as her frantic twists
scratch our bare arms, just
barely.

and yet, the sun sets
and changes our hues from dawn
to a twilight shying behind
the moon. Though remains the
same
throughout its life.

the sea cast to sleep
on this earth
as she forms the wild corner
tides
and middle crashing splashing
waves. Though remains the
same
throughout its life.


as spectacular is the wind
for she was once
created
to make sudden breezes.
she is an I
for an eye of her
tornado and lands them
upon those of we that cannot
tolerate capricious
whirlwinds of left and
rights in an earth where winds
have lost their right.


and no, the wind is beauty
for those who are
blind to find
the lure of her soft gust
the sudden changes.
yes, how enchanting;
she dances through the night mist.
she saves we with frantic twists.

an ephemeral breeze
scratching the surface with bare
hands bleeding,

just barely.

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