Learn how to read the wind

By Anaïs Bond

Image by Anais Bond

I want to learn how to read the wind, see how it sways across the fields.
I want to learn how to trust my breathe, then submerge beneath the surface.
I want to learn how to let go when the currents change direction, and the tide pulls the other way.

I want to look into friends’ teary eyes and tell them everything will be ok.
I want to cry as if my tears are ribbons of gold, cleansing my heart of pain.
I want to watch watercolour flow across canvas, running like rain down the windowsill.

I want to feel like a leaf drifting across the ocean, unknown of direction but peaceful within its place.
I want to feel vulnerable like a ship in the middle of the sea, tender to the power before me.
I want to feel as light as the clouds on a spring’s morning as they drift alongside beautiful memories.

I want to learn how to read the wind.

I want to hear the tides trickle over shingle beaches as the day speaks its final goodbye.
I want to hear nature as if the forests are pulsing in a mellow heartbeat.
I want to hear your voice and spin under the stars.

I want to watch the sky as it wraps the world in bands on peachy slicks.
I want to shine like water trickling through a stream as the sun drops below the horizon.
I want to feel pure warmth as the sun kisses my skin and leaves behind a freckle on my cheek.

I want to swim in the river and share stories with my children.
I want to be as strong as a snow gum in the brisk of winter chill.
I want to grow as tall as the mountains whose beauty stands bold in the vastness.
I want to learn the seasons of being the human I am.

I want to learn how to read the wind.

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