In the Wind

I stretch myself to fill the space between us. I am with You, in everything, in the wind. I welcome dry skin and it’s flakiness. I want to distribute my skin onto every surface. So that fate, chance or the wind will take me to you. I welcome wetness of tears and their saltiness. I want weep rivers for you. So that evaporation, condensation or the wind will take me to You. I welcome the wondering of loose hairs and their curliness. I want to wrap myself around every object So that entanglement, clinginess or the wind will take me to You. I stretch myself to fill the space between us. I am with You, in everything, in the wind.