
I could not catch the wind, I tried, But unimpaired she passed me by; Left breathless kisses on my skin, And hustled through the trees again.
I saw her briefly scan the wheat, The wheat bowed down without defeat of spirit, quick it rose once more, and stood unruffled as before.
I chased her hours without end, I saw her, but to my chagrin, she far outpaced my meger stride, And when I grasped for her, she'd hide.
Among the leaves, the woods, the glen, I chased, but could not catch the wind.
Sara Steger 2008




From my archives. A masthead view of a Global Challenge Yacht in Boston Harbor.
