Go with Nature

Maybe a Summer poem?

Photo by Anastasiya Romanova on Unsplash

Where ever the wind comes from 
is where I want to be. 
Unseen and unknown. 
A connection 
between strangers 
that never spoils its welcome. 
Everywhere the wind goes after 
it has left us, is where I need 
to chart the path 
of the rest of my life. 
Unyielding and untethered. 
Freedom that's never without 
appreciation. The period 
where water becomes rain 
is the time I would love 
for my dreams to become 
reality. Unbowed 
and unapologetic. 
An imagination that can 
take its pound of flesh 
from the cynical 
and become 
actualized 
to walk 
and breathe 
among us.

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