The Wind is at it again

Kicking up dirt and dust from decades past
what used to be stuck on my old sneakers has come loose
to swirl around and stick in my eyes
eyes that can't help but see
what lies in front, sprawled out, howling
howling lowly lowly and picking up speed
and picking up leaves
and picking up things
that should have been left behind
behind on that dirt road that I left on
I left and said I'd never come back
but the wind brought me back
the wind whispered in a sweet soft child's voice
come back
the wind carried me back
it pushed me from behind until I was lifted
off my feet and flying back
back to the place I should leave and never come back
but here I am
back
walking on the dirt path
up to the house that I left
up to the children I left
up to the dirt I left
still the wind does not stop
still I am frightened
still I go back
to find what I left.