What if we were wind?
Do winged words run with whispers to make breezes?
Would raging air be arguments that wane to a calm silence?
When cold wind whips and cuts you would a scream only result in wilder weather

Do words between lovers fill sails way out at sea?
Is the breeze between my fingers a laugh between old friends?
Are skyscrapers pushed by passionate fights between families?
Do my words meet yours in the currents of a storm?

Then when I miss my mother I will breath in the wind.
Take a deep breath and feel my lineage in my lungs.
Open a jar and pretend our dinner conversations are swirling inside.
Knowing my grandfather's last breath fans me when I'm heated.
Opening my window so the words I said to my father would fly in mountains and erode the pain it caused.
Letting my sisters voice sing through windchimes coming just short of its original beauty.
Giving a laugh that would meet a laugh from a friend somewhere in the 9000 mile difference between us.
I'll hold out my hand and try to hold the world.

Because if we are wind, then wind is wonderful.