The Wind

Snatched the breath from my mouth
and suddenly worry had no voice.
A turbulent moan rose from
hips to lips
Relief. Release.
I realized my sorrow had no tongue
with which to lash
Only the wind in my hair whipped me
into obedience.
And the demand was carelessness.
To this command I yielded, yet wind
would not cease my beating
Until senseless, my face succumbed to
the ripple and my happiness was proper.
Wind scolded me; filled my head
with that which rides the wind.
Loose earth for the shallow grave
where lovingly, my everything
was left behind.

Make my day