3-3

Back in 2002-2003 I was honored to be in the first class of the NC Addiction Fellows program, a year-long gathering of addiction trainings and fun. This lady read from her poetry and while she read, I was inspired to write a reflection (as she read, no less!)

Glendis’ Spirit

 

I shout with wind that blows out stars;

I shout with wind that bares sandbars.

The wind roars back and grinds down peaks;

The wind roars back and sears my cheeks.

I blow back wind that echoes wide;

I blow back wind that halts the tide.

The wind hums back and strokes my head;

The wind hums back and cools my bed.

I whisper wind that sheathes a knife;

I whisper wind that soothes a life.

The wind breathes back: I’ll raise your soul;

The wind breathes back: I’ll fill you whole.

I breathe Breath in—I breathe wind out.

When breath is gone—I have no doubt

My breath will sing—my spirit shouts.

 

(Inspired by Glenis Redmond.)

 

Advertisements

One Comment

Add yours →

  1. Ruthie Anderson March 3, 2017 — 4:02 pm

    Nice wind poem! Now you can stop bellyaching about not having the equine therapy–your class had Glenis Redmond! I have heard her read several times at Lake Eden Arts Festival and she is dynamite!

Comments are closed.