Listen...feel closely
there's freedom in the atmosphere

the wind is
unrestrained...unbridled
it doesn't choose,
it touches anything it comes across
the trees, the roofs
the mountains and hills...the sea
takes even the humble dust, anywhere it blows...

it touches my skin...my soul,
it dries the sweat of my being, my whole
to my skin...it is cold...

nothing...no one
slows it down
except,
One, who tames the wind...
~~~
There is freedom moving in circles
inside...outside the waters

through the ocean, or the  smallest stream
even through the rain pouring,
water falls
flows freely by itself
unrestrained...unbridled,
transforms the humble dust,
into mud...

it touches my skin...my soul,
it dries the sweat of my being, my whole
to my skin...it is cold...

it finds its own path,
nothing...no one
slows it down,
except,
One, who stills all waters...
~~~

Sally
~~~

Copyright August 15, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan