An ever-so-slow chiselling away of motivation, energy
Cut to movie scene, a hand being held on to as long as possible
gradual slip away
then flashback
And I’m leaning hard into this gravel wind
coarse and mixed-grey all against me
I’m pushing with everything
like Superman pushing a car off a person
and that wind stays firm, hard to my touch
And I’m looking ahead, well, trying to
over the valley, seemingly hundreds of miles away (can’t touch)
it’s green ground, blue sky, yellow sun
picture postcard
Cut to a scene of summer day
billowing cloud
smiles, happy, calm
Anyway back to the wind and on it pushes
through my eyes into my soul
at one with it
no longer even a fight
nothing to punch with
I am the wind
I am the force
I am breaking myself