Go

I call the
wind my home 
no roots no 
anchors just ghost 
catch a scent 
a bit of 
wind some wee
and then off
I go to 
who knows where
some say running 
I say free
and with each
and every step 
I disappear more 
become just one 
of so many 
a leaf a
snowflake a
raindrop a memory