the wind

entreats me
a spell is cast
I am torn and lifted
into its hands, its arms
invisible

always so swiftly I am taken by its greeting!
in silence or with a roar
I am delighted anew
the freshness splashes onto my cheek
and lifts me out of my stupor
alive it moves beside, inside, and through me

I run to meet it
I spiral my arms and dance
with abandon, with joy
oh yes I laugh, I giggle, I roll with delight

so sweetly it rushes through the green grass
upon which I stumble and prance
my hair flashes in flight
around my face now moist with dew and tears
and spit from the heavens

what lustiness this wind possesses!