Windworn

Those portions of our
lives that disappear.
Folds of flower flesh
turning to paper with
the passage of time.
Those things are the
stuff the wind blows away.

It comes in sometimes,
quickly from its place
beyond the horizon, and
just picks up whatever it
wants. It throws it down
and watches it bounce.
This wind has power. It
can take things from one
place to another. And,
sometimes it makes
things go away.

I think I have felt it carry
away pieces of who I am.

I am alright with that. Some
of those pieces I never did
like. Some of them I will just
plain miss. All in all, I like
the cleansing power of the wind.