You’ll see me in the willow tentacles
moving to my beat
you’ll hear me in the aspen groves
leaf upon leaf
you’ll feel me at the touch of dawn
caressing your salty cheeks
I lie in the lip below the crest
in the chopped up foam of sea
in the gust
the breeze
the gale
and the hurricane
I am in that space between the wings of little hummingbirds
in the swish and swoosh of mammal tails
a minute puff of a mosquito jump
the misty exhale of an ocean spout
an updraft pounce of a common cat
the lions sigh
the cheetahs sprint
I am the air that moves with life
I never left I am not gone
I am riding on the wind.
