Called by the wind


The wind swims its way
around suburban lanes
singing whale-song to a man
who dreams
of joining it.

Rise! is the cry –
a call to action
diving from the sky –

why moor yourself
to an un-wandering life;
you have been called by the wind
now go: take flight.

– Gideon Heugh, from Devastating Beauty

May this poem find its way to those tethered places in our lives where we need to let go.

Because for some it is the time to move.

And for others, it means being blown by the wind where we are. No longer resisting the call.