The Braille of Wind - 4/9/24

 

There's something different about the wind
that's travelled a long, long way
and a weary heaviness
as if compressed by the weight of miles
yet full of exotic scents and ozone

Eagerly you face the breeze
now caressing your face as you wet your lips
tasting spices from high desert plains
and sun baked granite cliffs

There's tang on the tip of the tongue
alkaline, dry and brittle yet with the softness
of thousand year old dust
desiccating with love

There's something different about the wind
inspiring a spiritual wanderlust
to find the source on mountain tops
and follow from summit to desert to sea
seeking birth and mortality
of this mistral of longing and desire