“Where Is She Now?”

“If only the winds had blown westward that day from the mountain we both lay instead of east.   If only…

             Years later, I still don’t know why they did. They took something beautiful and cast it into the night sky while we slept in love’s cocoon and unknowingly said goodbye.

Winds of Life are invisible, but their effects are not. And for one night our plans for life and love were clear, and dreams of joy cloaked us as we slept.

It may have been my fault, I don’t know. Winds were swirling that morning as we woke, and our dreams became fragile  by their misdirection. The safety of our love cocoon became unraveled as snow bit the window panes and the coldness of reality came through. 

We lay naked and vulnerable to those morning winds reminding us of who we were. 

No matter now, east is east and west is west and never the twain shall meet.  So they say anyway. 

But once upon a time, she and I did, and it was beautiful.  I have discovered since that no matter which way the wind blows, they blow her softness, her fragrance, and briefly, her love across my mind…       

Michael Vincent 2024