Running with the Wind

It plays tricks in the lane
Like galleons in full sail
Trees high on the banks
Sound like rain
Cocooned between banks
Is like the trough of the wave
With every gate passed
Another blast from the side
The out run is fast
Wind on the back
With every turn there’s a change
Debris strewn
Picking my way
Wind in my hair
Soughing of trees
Then roaring again
Deep in the valley
The shelter there
Stillness is held
I can hear myself
Climb to the ridge
Meet it head on
Air sucked from breath
Big skies
High building cloud
Towering above
A line of grey
Intensity growing
Another turn
Wind in the hair
I’m flying again.

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