showered by the wind

Showered by the wind
fresh, new air washes over every inch
of my indoor acclimated skin,
blowing away residue of emotions, thoughts,
clinging to me still.

Walking into and with,
I feel the power of the wind
penetrate deeper than skin,
marveling at the strength to accomplish this,
a force I cannot see.

I feel renewed,
wiped clean as a slate to start again.

clean start

There’s no point in trying to gain control
over anything.
Once you have it, it disappears,
or morphs,
or ropes you into submission
with the tables turned.

Start each day clean, fresh.
What you knew yesterday,
what you thought you had all figured out,
no longer exists.