chagall backdrop

It wasn’t so much the wind
as it was the touch of the wind;
you might think they’re the same
but they’re not.

Perfectly tuned to my skin,
just warm enough – no more,
pushing and pulling
like the turn of a wheel.

I could lie-out and stay aloft,
trust like a back-float,
but instead I choose to lean.

© Chagall 2014