Splendid Wind
During the tender moments of the night, I laid in bed with the covers over my head and listened to the wind lash the corners of my house.
The soothing breeze seeped beneath my window sill.
I stretched my wrinkled ebony body beneath the warm covers and sighed with wishful thoughts.
I wished that I could be whipped away by the uncharitable wind, and tossed against this old house of mines until my flesh and bones fall to the ground and return to dust.
My spirit would delight in the freedom to dance and whirl in its embrace. To be whipped into the sky across the elevated plains, to ride the swell waves of the ocean, to be tickled by the long reach of the tall pines, to soar over snow capped mountains, and fields of wheat, corn, and sunflowers.
The early morning light peeped through my window and reminded me of the fears and misery that consumed me on previous days.
I reached for a glass of water to force down a dozen pills that I held tight in my palm during the night.
I embedded my body with the blanket against the threatening light of the day, and once again I romanced the splendid wind.
Copyright © Mary E.W. Stephenson | Year Posted 2016
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