I Look Up

The one whose strength is now contaminated,

that could bruise this desired earth,

with the blossom of our once known wind.

The wind.

Dangerous but the wind blows peacefully.

No mind to us, me, or you.

The wind has no chains, nothing to hold it down,

But how come I still feel tied to the ground.

This sorrowful feeling still stands with me,

But why?

I sense something, inches away from touch,

Unknown and draining.

A few feet,

A few seconds, 

All go by slower than the wind. 

These hands go from cool to soaked.

It is exhilarating to feel the wind,

And something we don't tend to relieve.

And for the first time,

I look up.