THE WIND


Howling through the night
Trees bending to its touch
Can you see the wind
Feel it against your cheek

The rain keeps the wind company
On lonely days and nights
Together they pound the shore
Making designs in the sand

Such freedom, to roam the earth
Never to be trapped or held
Always in motion
The traveler of chaotic patterns

Rushing down a canyon
In search of a bush to rustle
Or dust to carry
To a distant place

What miracles has it seen
Through time and space
Just for a minute to ride
With wings on your back, it is a dream


Michael V Hechtman