“The Wind” by Barbara Clarke


Today I felt the wind fly through my hair
Like it did so many years ago,
When we stood on the highway,
Our thumbs extended,
You with your harmonica,
Me with my smile.
We had nothing and yet somehow
Had everything worth having.

 

Now, so many years later,
Lost in establishment,
I yearn for the wind
To have no name again,
Just the smell of freedom
In my hair.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Barbara Clarke has been writing poetry since her teens. In the distant past, she had some poetry published in small press publications. It is just recently she is writing more again. Recently, she has had poetry accepted in The Golden Lantern.