Wind Compensation

First I would want to face the wind;

Right in the heart of that immense roar,

Standing firm,

To plunge into a ruthless struggle.

All that has accumulated inside me, unnamed—

Ownerless angers, broken voices—

I would want to clench them all like a fist

And drive them into the wind’s chest;

Chest to chest,

Like an inescapable reckoning.

My aim is not to be swept away;

I have come to confront what sweeps.

At every gust my inner resistance is known,

At every blow my stance takes root;

In that thin space between surrendering

and yielding to defeat,

I would want to stand firm.

Then,

Face to face with the wind’s darkness,

Without silence, without retreat…

In its deepest roar,

I would want to find my own voice.

And finally,

While dancing in that darkness,

Frenzied, unbridled,

From the highest note,

Until I shatter,

I would want to laugh.