The wind is blowing so fiercely

clouds are a blur in the sky

leaves dance relentlessly

shadows move across the land

and I am carried and tossed away

as though I was but another flake of pollen


I stumble and run with the wind

feeling its tear at my cloths, at my mind, at my heart

I’m not yet pure enough, light enough to fly

I must discard all what is useless and heavy in me

before taking the air and flapping my arms


Meanwhile I wonder where this wind is carrying me

the direction is the same, north, always north

what is there in the north that is so precious and so important

that the wind takes the trouble to take me there