Beautiful poem by Leona Heitsch, written in 1977.
The wind’s always loose and the wind is free of the laws of genetics and of
jealousy, it clears misty valleys and tosses the trees, whips dust through
the alleys and lashes the seas…the wind is not you and the wind is not
me…The wind doesn’t carry a map to show where are the detours and the
right way to go, the wind likes to stray and it likes to caper and it
wouldn’t waste a day putting songs on paper…the wind is not you and the
wind is not me…The wind can’t recall so the wind can’t save strings from
the past that tie and enslave so it flows much freer than you and me to the
when and where of it’s destiny…the wind is not you, the wind is not
me…The wind’s seldom strayed
for the heat and the cold have kept it on stream since the days of old,
forceful or tranquil, playful or bold…the wind is not you, the wind is not
me.
