the closest
to god or religion
that I can find in my
temporarily darkened mind
is the way
I feel when I’m laughing
and the wind catches me
I can’t construct beliefs
around the way I feel
when I am crying
and the clouds roll back
I can find serenity
and peace of mind
and a reason to continue
in a deep breath
when the setting is right
when the wind catches me
I grew up with the wind
and away from it I find it
comforts me
in a way that home never did
in a way my own mind cannot
it can’t be searched for and found
it catches you
when it wants to
and I find myself in the breeze
laughing.
