El viento

You say I am like the wind

as if her fleetingness is not too, her very gift.

Taking seeds of new life into the darkest most hostile of places.

The wind dances through the changing

whispering of a placeless place beyond it.

Are you afraid to love the wind

for fear of her fleetingness?

Do you not see the way she roars and roams

the very land that loves her most?

You cannot hold the wind

but love her and see

how her caressing is felt

even when she is not around.