Mother and child

Don’t go looking for the wind my love, or you’ll end up like the sea; lost between continents, grazing the fleshy waves of your hipbones on rocks and cliffs.

Do you want that? To lap the shore? To smash your teeth to sparkling water on the legs of piers. No, no. That is no life for a prescious child like you. So full of wonder and promise. See how your eyes fill up with sky and swell? They have no horizon and so the birds flock freely in them.

So don’t go looking for the wind, my love, or you’ll end up like the sea. And no one wants that.