Back in 2002-2003 I was honored to be in the first class of the NC Addiction Fellows program, a year-long gathering of addiction trainings and fun. This lady read from her poetry and while she read, I was inspired to write a reflection (as she read, no less!)
I shout with wind that blows out stars;
I shout with wind that bares sandbars.
The wind roars back and grinds down peaks;
The wind roars back and sears my cheeks.
I blow back wind that echoes wide;
I blow back wind that halts the tide.
The wind hums back and strokes my head;
The wind hums back and cools my bed.
I whisper wind that sheathes a knife;
I whisper wind that soothes a life.
The wind breathes back: I’ll raise your soul;
The wind breathes back: I’ll fill you whole.
I breathe Breath in—I breathe wind out.
When breath is gone—I have no doubt
My breath will sing—my spirit shouts.
(Inspired by Glenis Redmond.)