Sheet In The Breeze

It is passed by,
passed over,
passed under,
its cool dampness caressed by the wind.
It is pushed
and filled by the wind
but, unlike a sail, does not contain it. It billows,
dragging its corners through the air
until they overrun the body
and, in an instant,
reverse its concavity with a snap and a “thwop”.
In the briefest of moments the sheet
passes from resistance to acceptance,
in a flip, from distance to embrace.
It vainly attempts to hold the wind but
at the next turn
learns
not to care.