Wind

A thousand fast fingertips of wind caress me

Flowing between my fingers like holding hands

But never holding, only blowing through

I have, and probably would again, offer up my sovereignty just to be held

But the wind never asks that of me

And besides, I would only take it back in the end

I remember my first time driving fast into the wind

It wasn’t safe and I liked that about it

I drove all day and ended up at the beach

Surrounded by families and lovers, all holding each other

Finally, I held myself