Wind So Free

Wind So Free

Let me be the wind, flying everywhere, 
flying nowhere, riding the blue hounds 
while humans lie asleep. 
I cross the English channel, 
waltz down Paris streets. Ah, the 
amber of bright bridges and the river 
slow and deep. I float down to Marseilles 
and flirt with tall, dark ships.

Spin to Casablanca, scatter all 
the dice. Pass by every castle 
in every country…twice.

Never need to slow down, as I 
possess no feet. Never fall, 
never swoon, nor stop to breathe; 
Liberty forever mine, 
I can set my own beat.

Mardelle Fortier