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When something needs to move,

wait for the next windy day.

Go outside,

wearing whatever you need to surrender.

Find a space to sit.

Spine like an arrow,

toward the atmospheres edge.

Eyelids eclipse.

Give control to the wind.

The wind will lead this waltz.

Surrender to sweet seduction

of breeze brushing your skin.

The chill of tiny hairs stick up like little antennas,

reaching towards more now,

more Earth exhale,

and finally you—

deep inhale.

Kites dance best with the wind when it waits

for the wind to sweep it off the ground.

Maybe if we do the same we will be sky bound.

Flying. For a moment, maybe—

with a bird’s eye view, we will see,

that everything is moving.