Le Vent Sauvage
The Clouds they come to greet me.
I kiss their furrowed brows.
Though they cannot hold me,
I respect their somber songs.
I live in the moon shade,
and travel by day’s breath.
I dance on the grass reeds,
and play with rivers wild.
For I am owned by no one,
and am the sky’s own child.
by Celine Beaulieu
from The Rutherford Red Wheelbarrow
Red Wheelbarrow Poets, 2010