Years ago
I lived on a hill near the sea
Where strong winds
And grey skies were steadfast
And I taught myself
To walk straight up and open
Without feeling cold
To let the wind pass through me
To stop resisting the wind
And I was warm.
Walking into the wind
And breathing
Making of the wind my breath
My life
My way
My life
Transformed the cold
Into here and now
Into my pulse
It was good.
Sandy Carlson Social