windy afternoon

The wind moves the water
making thousands of waves.
Two flocks of geese fly overhead
calling loudly to the unknown.

People mill about
fed by the life force of the river.
Lady Liberty shines across the way,
cheering us on with her torch of hope.

The breeze blows my body.
The wind calls me constantly these days — 
sometimes through whispers,
others through howling.

Your secrets are safe with me,
I hope you know.
You fill me with a bitter-sweet song,
reminding me of just how precious this breath is.