Who’s There?
Who’s There?
Tiny ‘dimples’—
light beams
like a face filled with
freckles—
the dome above my head painted in stars.
The wind hollowed—
my steps not my own.
I was pulled in the direction
of a ‘breath’ guiding
each ‘sole’ planting itself.
I, a mere vessel.
The sail of my being
thrust in the current’s flow.
But, then
a sudden sound.
What was it?
It, too, held in the swirl
and it pushed drawing nearer
to me.
I did not look back…
Instead, I picked up my pace,
yet, whatever was behind me
seemed to be doing the same thing.
‘Crackle,’ then ‘crunch’…
then, one long chord~~~
a musical note struck
skidding across
earth’s skin.
Before I had a
moment to turn,
the wind caught me
from behind. The pursuer
clung to my back.
A soft blow~~~
the equivalent of a gentle caress.
After its ‘strike,’
it delicately
hovered until it touched
the ground.
I began to laugh!
You, again…
You, show yourself
in a vast array of splendor.
Again, the wind gathered itself
carrying a ‘leaf’
and me
beneath the night’s sky.
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