First Spoke

I don't know when the wind first spoke to me... perhaps when I was three and I sat mesmerized by kitchen curtains dancing on the breeze or maybe when I was nine and I felt the power of the wind as my hand rose and fell outside the car window, like a jet in turbulent flight or maybe when I was 15 and I went sailing with my cousin gliding across the ocean waves drenched in sun and wind at Marina del Ray I don't know when the wind first spoke to me... but my peace, my joy, my grace comes from the wind and fills me with calm serenity