Zephyr
I stand alone now
How I arrange the
facts
Will mean I’ve
made a choice
Once again
Truth like puzzle
pieces
I can fit in any
place
I feel the breezes
floating past me
Each breeze
wanting to take me a different way
I reach out both
hands
Concentrating on
not to grasp
The breezes form
into a wind
It pushes me
backwards but I still stand
My mouth falls
open;
I feel caressed by
many hands
Nothing is drawn
away from inside me
What I am is not
overcome.
© Alicia: July 22,
2002