The Way of the Wind

The Way of the Wind I am youth. I follow the wind only to live, play, jump, imagine-today. Not knowing where it leads to, young, no worries, only to find my inner being yearning, longing for the open sea, the vast and open sea, The way of the wind… I search the world over, looking for love, searching for meaning, finding only parts, feeding on only crumbs; I taste the salt, and feel the wind, it’s leading, or is it pushing? me--into the open sea, the vast and open sea. The way of the wind… I set sail, the course? nowhere, or is it somewhere? Faith, imagination, energy fuels the sails. The sea of love, the sea of adventure. Where it goes, I do not know, I do not care, the unknown, the surprise. Adventure is my love. My inner longing. The way of the wind… Cursed is the man whose roots don’t find firm soil, whose seed blows, on the upper winds of the open sky, across the vast open sea, touching ground but only briefly, then swept again by the wind of adventure, into the unknown, into the open frigid waters. Fate chooses, I only catch a ride. It pulls; it pushes me… out to sea. Who am I running from? I do not know. Too cold, too quiet… Where is my love called Adventure? Is this the way of the wind…? I am old. I long for firmness, solid warm deep rich soil, immovable mountains, children’s voices. Comfort, steadiness, monotonous. Rooted. Gypsy blood no more. Mermaid seductions lost at sea. Land is stable, secure, safe. But maybe, just one last sail… where? The wind only knows… Dan Franek 1997