She Breathes

Change is coming in gusts.

Is it primal awe

or the wind stealing my breath?

 

It catches all of me, threatening

to lift me from comfort until reverence prevails,

demanding that I lift my arms to soar.

 

Wait—

 

a tollbooth and I don’t have pockets.

But just when my feet are expecting consequences,

the Director of Anemos yells, “Cut!”

Reviews

[Mary E. Green]

I really loved this one.

[Emily B]

The direction of the wind keeps changing and blowing me off course. And then all is still and we drop breathless to the ground as we hear the word, "cut". I loved this write.

[Kenji Light]

I agree with Orlando that the third stanza seems to be a drop-off point from the speaker's lapse of judgement and getting lost in the moment. Great use of wind references in this piece, especially the Anemos reference. Maybe a little more insight into who the woman is/was and what she looks like would aid the piece a little bit, but the details of it would be highly unnecessary.

[R J Askew]

I am with you in the first two verses, but I lose it a bit in the third...the end suggests a let down from the surrender to the moment in the first two verses. Threatening and comfort work well...the excitement of change can prove threatening, and comfort is tempting to stick with.