Caught on the tide of the wind
with every force of it pushing me to the west,
wrapping its cold fingers across my bare flesh
digging its nails deeper as I struggle to break free.
Ssh, don’t make a sound
or otherwise you’ll wake it
and I‘ll never escape the deadly grasp that is the magical four winds.
”I have a plan,” I whisper to myself
as I begin to scan the sky,
but I will have to wait till the sun goes down to do it.