without placeness

the all day high speed wind,
the kind that gives cool temperatures their teeth,
rustling the crunchy brown leaves of the dead sunflowertree
in the front yard flower patch –
the kind of wind, its persistence,
that drains the energy
of any creature out in it
and gives humans red cheeks

(which indirectly makes me think
about this transition from on land to off land
might be comparable
to transitioning an elder from their house/yard
to a senior center,
who are they without their placeness?)