I´ve been working on one
And I can feel it strong
in my fingers.
I´ve got the right thread,
it´s windy,
it´s a clear winter morning,
and there is no class today.
I will feel your cold hands
While I teach you to let go,
To feel the air,
the blow, the whisper, loneliness.
And then the greyhounds will come and sit
To take a look at us
Luis Gil de la Puente
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-let-s-fly/
