Wind So Free

Mardelle Fortier

Let me be the wind, flying everywhere,

flying nowhere, riding the blue hounds

while humans lie asleep.

I cross the English channel,

waltz down Paris streets. Ah, the

amber of bright bridges and the river

slow and deep. I float down to Marseilles

and flirt with tall, dark ships.

Spin to Casablanca, scatter all

the dice. Pass by every castle

in every country…twice.

Never need to slow down, as I

possess no feet. Never fall,

never swoon, nor stop to breathe;

Liberty forever mine,

I can set my own beat.