A LION WIND

Warm in a way

unknown to a long unloved man:

a late May wind

will whisk across cold skin

yearning for the soft caress of someone

who wants to move closer to him.

A sudden gust,

the kind that can only come in Springtime,

will do the trick.

What unseen force can nearly knock over,

unbalance, or surprise?

penetrate the time-toughened skin

and thaw the heart

frozen from the long winter chill?

An invisible hand

seems to take hold

of a wayward,

now cognizant soul.

"In like a lion,"

the child voice sang

with a careless tripping

across grown up feeling.

Breathe it in. . .

breathe in. . .

the warm May wind

who will come to call. . .