“Dance With The Wind” — Image by kenne
Dance with the Wind
I don’t remember the first time I was asked,
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
However, I do remember it was not the last,
Each time dancing out who I wanted to be.
The image of my being transformed through the movement,
More than motion, more than a reflex, it was a feeling.
In my youthful freedom of expression, adults loved the movement,
An awareness of freedom often lost in their youth.
With age, answering the question became more difficult,
Movement seemed to lose feeling as if going through the motions.
I became more under the influence of fashion,
Unaware of the freedom evoked by experiencing the feeling.
Through schooling, I mastered well the steps of the dance,
With each step, my field of vision became narrower.
The more I did the steps, the better I dealt with the known,
Unaware of self-imposed limitations placed on the unknown.
Going through the movement was not without the guiding music of my
Mother’s words, “…always act with class,” are playing in the background.
The music of these caring words handed me a line to the kite of life,
Without it, I would not be able to dance with the wind.
Doing my best to hang on to the lifeline,
I soon learned the wind was my friend.
Without an alliance with the wind, the music
Was diminished of any feeling for the dance.
By maintaining an alliance with the environment,
Every step in the dance is in movement with the music of life.
Once again, others can see the feeling of movement,
Living the purpose of life through becoming.
Becoming is understanding the essence of being,
Dancing in the wonder of things all around,
Moving in the midst of existence,
The dance always new, personal, and alive.
— kenne
(A draft of this poem was first written December 2000.)
Becoming is Superior to Being 
Kenne, this poem has special meaning for those of us who are getting older at way too fast a rate. It sings to the decisions we have made, right and wrong, and reminds us that we can still dance in the wind. Nice photograph too.
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I wrote a draft of the poem 11 years ago and put it away. Recently, I read it again and made some changes — a lot has happen since 2000. The basic feelings remain the same. Thanks for the comment.
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