
Go with the wind
A poem by Olivia Atkins
The freedom
Its refreshing touch upon my face
Mussing up my hair
And blowing my eyelashes apart.
Its strength lifting me up; I may soar
Like birds above,
Gaining distance and perspective
On the life below.
I am nothing but a human
Looking down, seeing
The water lapping against the rocks,
Slapping their surfaces
With their routined rhythm
Ebbing and flowing
Tempting my jump.
I am powerless,
Frozen on the edge
Uplifted by the gusts of power,
Their ability to move me
Shift my stale thoughts
Strip off the top layer of skin
To reveal
A simplicity
Rooted in sensibility
The wind sings,
My heart laughs
All knowing,
Carefree and alive
Re-born –
I’m an eagle
Scouring the land for prey
Rising high in search
Before dipping down low
To strike
Precisely plopping in the sea one sec
To retrieve my prize
Blowing out the cobwebs
Afresh with possibility
Eyes brighter
Ears tingled cold
Face whipped with the speed
As it gushes past
Whispering the secrets of the day
I am listening
Yet really I already know.
A thousand times I have stood here
A thousand times I will stand
To brush against the face of danger
And confide in my old friend,
The wind.
Written by Olivia Atkins
@livvy_atkins oliviaatkins.com
Photography by: Natalia Atkins @natalia_atkins www.nataliaatkins.com