There is Something that Lives in the Wind

There is something that lives in the wind,

It tells me ‘your time will come’, be ready.

It doesn’t wait for my hesitance, doesn’t pause for my decision.

To be swept away by the wind and ride its gusts through columns of air so sweet I’ll never eat again.

I lay. Limbs loose, waiting. Sweep me away.

I stand eyes closed. Take me with you.

I jump arms up. Please take pity.

There is something that lives in the wind.

My company it does not desire.

Rejected, turned away. Alas I carry too much to be taken by the wind.

There is something that lives in the wind.

It requires weightless compliance.

--Shereen Rabie