the wind reminds me there is more

than self

more than what self consumes life with

the wind brushes against my skin fairly

undiscriminating,

freely,

softly,

lovingly

touching the parts of my flesh clothes don’t cover

My eyes fail while attempting to catch a glimpse

of something from this earth that freely

dresses me in ways fleshy bodies have not

wind proves to me, that I have feasted in darkness.