I caught the wind today.
It wrestled my hair, trapped in the tangles.
It rushed in my mouth, stealing my words, pressing the back of my dry throat,
then rushed out again on a squeal of joy and a breath of respect.
My coat wrapped tightly,
it snuck in the crannies, coloring cold my prickle skin,
but I hugged a tighter me, trapping it there,
warming it with my pressing.
I caught the wind today,
hair and hand and panting self;
but before I closed the door, I let it go
so to find wind still another day.