Wild Wind

Wild Wind
by Betsy McKenzie

Hiding, clinging to the top of a
White pine tree, thirty feet
Above the ground –
What ecstasy,!
The wind lifted,
Tossed,
Us to and fro.
Bent and bowed us,
Rocked us, roared to us,
Blowing rain and snow!

As close as I will ever come:
I, fly like a bird,
In my perchy branch,
Or balance on a swaying
Mast at sea.
Oh,
Dancing pine, and
Tossing wind, who
Let me dance, as three!

January 18, 2006