catching wind

there are leaves on my notebook,

which somehow remind me of summer

and breezes and watching trees

through the screen of my back-door.

Trees have leaves that bend and flatter

if touched by the grace of wind.

I've felt like the leaves.

When I'm in a car and the roof

is open. When the wind ruffles my hair.

When I'm standing in a river of the Plains.

When all the world feels right

because some force is guiding me along.

When I exist and think of nothing.

These are the times I feel the wind.

There are the moments without struggle.

These are the moments we cannot bottle.