TAME THE WIND

Tame The Wind

by Joe Cundiff

The wind she floats

Mostly above

Yet at times around us

She whirls unseen

Though we think we can

See her

In the branches

She bends

And dancing dust that twirls

And the waves of grass

She moves as her own

Silent her sounds

Rattle and crack

In random rhythms

And countless cadence

Yet to tame the wind

We must be at one

And become her

A child runs

String in hand

Tails flapping in the wind

Thin fabric floats

Soaring free

To fly a kite

Is freedom once more

To dream

To soar