The wind and I

Burst through
warm cocoon
into bluster

Boisterous cold

bites into my alone;
a demanding child

Icy raindrops

sneak under my cap,
moist kisses

I quicken past

tempered glass
and reflection shards

into consumer halls

of regurgitated air
and paranoid anger

I struggle through

throngs and almost
become lost myself

Birthed from deliberate womb

I celebrate in freedom
the gull high above rides grey gale

Breathe deep my independence

watch others caught in the
Sunday rain-slave traffic

I listen to red-yellow

leaf litter
scrape across asphalt