he stood
atop the headland
a shear slope
to the distant sea

raised his wings

his head

I wish

he spoke
his voice contained


I wish
with you
to ride

I would leave
this earth
behind me

leave it

oh wind

he ran
some few paces
along the edge
of the land


hear me
oh wind

will you allow
that I should ride

a ruffling
of pinions

a cool breath
from the wide

he turned
to face again
the sky
and the waters

one step
the air

the ride


Poem #499 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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