The wind blows
And we spin,
But we barley know-
When your out,
In that vast wide land
Where poppies grow,
There-
When the wind blows...
You know ?

How we spin
Gravity pinning
Tied to the ground,
Our flesh.
But our souls
Yielding to go
Into the unknown . . . .

Walking and wandering
So I go
In views of the earth
You and I both know.
Together here now.
Spinning in the wind,
Waiting
For the right tick in time
The view in flight.