Howard Park

Wind on my face
In my hair
Whipping my clothes
Cutting through the fabric
Pushing and shoving
Nearly toppling me over
Filling my ears
Rushing, boiling, roiling, roaring
Saying things I will never understand
Going somewhere I will never find
I want to follow it
Let it push me to its destination
Run with itFly with it
Fast and long and hard
Pick me up
Whirl me around
Blow me far away
Never stopping
Never resting
Never doubting my direction