*excerpted from Wind, a poem by Joan Myles from One With Willows, copyright 2019*
Better let wind gallop
and prance,screech and roar to the heavens.
Better let wind shake plants
into dancing monkeys, churn
grass into Pacific waves.
Better let wind carry
you up and up on its stallion’s
back, tear at clothing and flesh,
wrestle free your hair and stubborn resolve.