Her wild currents arrived
with full force

I watched them
flow over hills
trees bending in supplication
splitting at corners
amplifying her voice
rushing
over angles
roaring
in freedom
no intention of stopping

AIR

Bringing in her edge
despite knowing how to be still

She heeds the call to move
but not without making an impact
not today

She says
this is who I am in this season
and the world understands
adapts
adjusts
settles into the shift

A time of inner knowing
at her beckoning

How deftly she wields
this strange power
of simply being