This poem was inspired this morning as I walked along the Wellington waterfront to work. Wellingtonians will understand the power of the wind to move us, figuratively and literally!
Holding the wind
Trying to hold the wind
in my hand
To stop time:
Make solid the ethereal;
Give this body of
bone and hope
more permanence
in the wild energy
of life.
Angele Toomey Poetry 
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