I was walking
when a strong wind rushed in from nowhere and shoved me backward,
like I’d offended it.
It seemed to know I’m in a hurry to see you,
to kiss you,
to be with you.
The wind blows where it wills;
you hear it,
but you do not know where it comes from or where it is going.
Push fiercely, gusty stranger.
You won’t stop me.
Like dogs straining against leather leashes pulling caretakers in tow,
I am determined
to make my way to you.

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