Safety In Speed

Catching the Wind is impossible, 

or is it?  

Like a sailboat upon the waters, 

with its sail set high 

and moved by the power 

of this unseen 

but wonder of mystic substance; 

I climb 

and speed race often.  

Making the decision 

to be listening for its sound, 

patience to wait with want 

built extreme with desires, 

I open my sail (heart) 

for the exposure 

to be carried by its passing.  

For the adventure 

is the refuge of a weary soul, 

the abundance of trust is mine 

that I previously looked for 

in the ground which does not move.  

Questions come 

with answers packed in songs 

rather than holes left 

by swords of accusations 

from missed marks of attack. 

Now in the safety of speed, 

I am where I am going - 

not trying to get there!   

Oh Wind, 

spread your force about me 

and whisk my feet 

from ground that crumbles 

and take me 

to the safety 

of Spirit’s tornadoes.