Kissing The Wind Poem by Nico Campe

I stare at the wind.
I see it flow and i feel it.
My body is filled with an overwhelming sensation.
One that pushes each of the boundaries that i have laid out for myself in regrades to the wind.
But as much as it is overwhelming, it is also a relaxed feeling.
Like a wave of water pushed across its surface but calm in nature as it retracts from the sand.
I stare at the wind.
A number of questions violently bombard my consciousness.
I need to make my discussion.
The wind grips my arm, gently but firmly and leans towards me.
This embrace created a still moment, a place to hide maybe?
The wind passes by my lips and in doing this i return the favour.
Time was short but the feeling was long.
It was not hesitant, nor was it immediate. Not harmful, or healing.
Not therapy.
The wind releases me in the same manner that it came to embrace me.
See the wind as it leaves me once again.
I can still feel the reluctant memory of the kiss with the wind.
I'm unaware if the wind will ever return, or where it has gone and with who it travels.
I only know that i stared at the wind today and she kissed me like she did in times before.