What Came in the Wind

What came in on the wind
and lifted me so high
into a state of bliss?

It caught me in its arms
and twirled me—
round and round—
until the spinning became too much,
until, in the very next moment,
it cast me from its keeping.

I rest now
inside the healing.

The aches will lighten.
The trembling will grow still.
And a subtle quiet
will walk beside me now.

Yet I remember those days
when inspiration came effortlessly—
one sudden spark
setting off an entire sky
of fireworks—

and somewhere within their brilliance,
my soul healed.