Oklahoma Wind

That Oklahoma wind came to visit me today

-strong invisible power-  

I sat and watched as it guided 

tall grasses and young trees

I sat and watched as it helped them discover

their own unique ways 

to bend and bow

I felt that Oklahoma wind

as it kissed my cheeks,

and ran gentle fingers through my hair

and I knew she was here

singing sweetly,

‘Amelia Claire, I love your hair’

Eyes closed, that Oklahoma wind 

swept me back home

and my tears became

film projections 

of near forgotten memories

when white eyelet lace curtains

danced between open windows,

and cornflower blue bedroom walls

And so I sat and watched,
entranced 

as she sang to me

soft and steady,

drawing fingers through my hair