Invoked

Puffs of white cotton drifting  
on an unquenchable blue.
Gentle wind swirling
tickling the edges of my gown
making a heedless thing of my hair.

Deeply breathing the cool air.
Holding it in.
Lungs hugging like a bear,
before allowing it to escape within.

Wishing my thoughts were mine.
Whispering on a slack wet paper.
Words running with blue wine,
unblotched despite my touch.

Thoughts swirling like the wind,
scorching against my face.
Demanding its own way,
caring little of what I say.