Michelle, as a silver heart wind

Wind never dies
even without my consciousness of her.
She breathes in corners and early morning chimes.
Her soul refuses stagnancy.

Wind allows you to consume her,
most of her.
But then let her go..
in, then out
like an invisible tide in a pair of lungs.

Wind has a silver heart
pumping hard in the storm
and silent as she drifts by the stars

Wind taught me to spend money
"Let it go!" she dances, "It will blow away tomorrow or today!"
(Spend it today.)

Wind climbs mountains
and ice glaciers and social barriers
and clamors from the past.
"Live now," she says, "breathe now."
Buy milk NOW.
Cry now.
Worship your body now.
And clean your room,
tomorrow.

The wind invites me to find the color of my own heart.