The Wind

The wind blows this morning.
Its voice in my ears,
It pushes against me,
pulls on my hat.
It pushes the clouds
Over the land.
It is the breath of the sky
It is the breath of the earth,
of the ocean, the sun,
and of storm.
I breathe in the wind,
and become part of it,
and exhale, my breath
becomes part of it.
The wind blows against me
and lifting my arms
I feel that I could lift
up from the earth
like a kite and sail
above it all.
I hold on to my hat,
As the wind blows this morning.