There is nothing better than a windy day.
One that arrives, with almost, too-much-force.
Opening the door of my soul.
Stealing the sound of my laughter
like a game
of hide and seek.
Whipping around my arms and legs.
Holding space for me to ebb and flow –
Like the seagull held secure in her head-first, wing-flapping, flight.
Going somewhere and nowhere at the same time.
This is a playful space
to pull and press
worry, hope, and wonder
in and around me.
Refreshing, drawing out, and channeling away,
everything that keeps me
Copyright September 2020 T.L. Eastman