She beats
sentience bursts from
every pore
she pours
life into buckets
she flings
wide-flung winds
alee, always
warm salt air
where all life
every permutation
jostled by
any perturbation
is
the possible
cherished outcome
an eternal wind she can grace
o’ wouldn’t she ride
forever?
© Chagall 2014
Alphabet City 
Powerful!
Thank you, C. Very much appreciated. C