Wind

the salty wind blowing from far, far away read me a poem today whose lines I've heard before, bur where and when, I couldn't tell: "the shortest road is the one that you know, the longest road is the one that you love" soaked in deep thoughts, I sat there for hours and hours my eyes shut, lips dry waiting for further clues until, as a sudden, the 'longest way' part rang a bell I got off the chair, opened my arms wide towards the ocean hugged and kissed the wind, the almightiest messenger of them all, for making me feel again so well.