for Rebecca

The wind barrels
like a train through our bodies.
Jostled by new thoughts, the trees
unhinge with exhilaration.
As your violent chestnut eyes
grow wild, branches fall
at our feet, howling, then laughing.

My black coat whips behind my back;
I let it go.
Its memory disappears before it’s off
my shoulders, before it flies
into the night sky, indistinguishable.

Like toddlers, removing everything
that hinders us, our skin
pinks with exposure or excitement,
and with only flesh to combat,
the air rips smiles into our faces.
We push back, and the wind screams in ecstacy.
Nature's become reckless.