Blow

when the wind changes
I'll be out on the sea
treading the slick ice path,
almost feeling

like I can fly, a gull
screeching over the still-life waves
where the horizon bends

the new wind nudges
and beckons me onward:

just a little push
and I'm speeding
into my future
on the wings of this gale.

Sara Norja

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