In silky, billowy, smoke-colored skirts.
Long, thin legs tip toe across the surface:
Gently lifting it
Stealing it away.
Howling as it flies away.
Bare breasted and hair untied,
Its body whips from side to side.
Yielding to no one or anything
It shrieks with laughter as it flings
Tiny drops of water onto the ledge
Of the cliff where always I stand on edge.
Arms wide open and fingers unclasped
Time and again I try to grasp
The impish wind that cackles in my face
And one last time I try to brace
Myself against its hate.
For eternity... this is my fate.