a robust south wind blew today
caught my baggy clothes
from behind, the arms 
of my sweater and pants legs
flailed briskly in the breeze
closing my eyes, I felt like a kite
putting hands in my pockets, 
I let go of my body
and went to that child
in my subconscious
the wind in my hair, 
rocking back and forth 
in my shoes, 
I was floating above everything
soaring not to see or be seen
but to catch more wind, 
surf the skies, escape
a wide smile on my face
as the wind died down
gliding gently down
back to earth
like a kite                
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gone with the wind for the memories to rewind nice phrase - and went to that child in my subconscious...highlight of your poem