…my heart

How that patch of sky
changes in the wind
I hear a shrill wind screaming
patterns flow from thin air

then a whisper in the wind
the whisper is persistent
memories wash ashore
a hidden tide

relentlessly rolling in
and it falls heavily upon me
as if I were a leaf upon a river
perpetually in motion

having let go of the known path
and the familiar shore
I am buffeted by the rapids
struggling against the winds of time

the river will run
I am caught on a wave of destiny
only following my heart
to sink in fathoms
as gentle as they are deep
© Ann Bagnall 2013