I Now Walk with the Wind

by Marge Tindal


 

I, with heady direction, walk into the wind

sensing the all of me blowing about

Outside in … inside out

I walk into the wind,

in contemplation of doubt,

that I may find the me

I've been living without

The inker of thoughts

from this muddle of mind

Where is the wind that used to be kind?

Steadying my step, I turn,

the wind now moves me in earnest yearn

once more to find,

the wind that knew me … when the wind blew me

gently from behind~

Ah, how easy now is my gait

to find that the ink of contemplate

has patiently waited for me to see

the way is now easier,

softer … breezier

I now walk with the wind~

 

to Autumn Leaves, an online poetry journal
volume 11(6)
This poem is copyright © 2007, Marge Tindal, all rights reserved.
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