I often find myself fascinated with the stories of every day things. This poem is part of a growing series of pieces on that theme. Why do we choose the clothes we wear? What do hope they say about us?
Wind-scented clothing
captures the promise
of a new day
with a fresh identity.
The problems of yesterday
washed away
with the stains and smells
of fast food
of too many people
in too small a space.
What will you wear?
Who will you be?
A change of garment
becomes rebirth
as wind-scented clothing
captures the promise
of a new
you.