The wind comes up and stands behind me, whispering in my ear.
“Where do you want to go?”
“I want to see the world,” I answer.
“Then we can go anywhere,” the wind answers.
“I know I can. May I?”
“You may, but will you?”
“Only if you lift me up and carry me.”
“Yes, My Little Feather, I will do this. For you.”
“This is the dream that I had. Flying, floating with you. Weightless. Falling. Rising. Free.”
“You knew there was a reason. There always is. This is all you need to know. Really. Do you trust me?”
“There were nights when you were hollowing through the trees, rattling the windows, where I was unsure.”
“And that night not so long ago when you heard me, shaking the whole house, pulling you in and out of sleep. What did you think then?”
“I remembered that it was You. And I felt safe.”
“And the words in your ears, in and out, last night. What then?”
“I didn’t understand. That’s why I am here now.”
“Draw a card.”
“This is a new page. One I’ve never seen before.”
“You’ve seen him many times.”
“I am standing where he stands. But my feet are bare. I feel the earth under my feet. The grass.”
“And you feel the wind but what do you see? What’s that there in your hands?”
“Something that I’m not supposed to be looking for.”
“You don’t need to look for it. It’s already in your hands. You already have it. Will you share?”
“I think of Romeo and Juliet. Then I become afraid. You know what becomes of them.”
“You are no Shakespeare.”
“Should I take offense to that?”
“What is this word, should?”
“Let’s take some letters out. No. Offense is not what I wish to hold.”
“Now you understand the purpose of this page.”
“I do.”
And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite. -Juliet