May, 1999

by , under Ancient Personal History, Poetry

Image from https://forloveandlemons.wordpress.com

Image from https://forloveandlemons.wordpress.com

Wind moves in waves too, you know
currents (though you may not see them)
cool

your face

ruffle
your hair

change
your course

as you walk down the hill

A real howler

cannot be ignored
days ahead the plywood is nailed

to windows

protection
at the cost of light

but it’s only for a little while
until the storm blows over.

For now

lying on your back
in the field of flowers
the sky is
deep
forever

the unseen wind
caresses the meadow
with a lover’s kiss

invisible fingers
lift a feather
from the ground

higher and higher,
as you watch
spinning toward the sun

Don't just stand there.