Never, during his entire mad, unmanaged spree
Could he see, though he claimed to look
Could he understand, though he claimed to know
Could he love, though he claimed a heart
I, then, left cut, scattered, chasing, winded
It is enough for me, the breeze today. To let it waft over me, and with it, bring a strength.
Beauty and curiosity, like a bleached-comb Cardinal, often ride on such air. This morning, though, wisdom arrived.
This morning, the wind asked for my resolve: A halt to crying over others’ big promises and small feet. The stop to the bruises I allow.
A decision that I am enough. The God who created me said so.
This weekend, a storm of understanding is predicted. An Eastern Bluebird cannot be far behind.
Left alone, on an empty grey pier on a lake on high, a warm windstorm making its way through her hair, its force able and willing to carry her away to further aloneness somewhere, and she, sufficiently calm and willing, is nevermore afraid…never more.
From the wind, I think
Or what’s riding on it
Despite any positive prophecy or revelation
Holy, scholarly, or both
It’s what troubles me to the core today
And my sisters too
So let us weep in any and all ways tonight
So the morrow we’ll feel as ourselves again
Oh go, wind
Leave at a speed faster than you are
And for once, have silence be your sound
How dare you awaken me
To the truth of the night
How dare you remind me
I am alone, and the chafe
Act sovereign, but know
I and the Sun
We will be here still, when you’re gone
Winter and alone
God what will you do
When wind forces its way to the door
Carrying icy-cold information
The truth after all
There’s no school today
How can it be, the hour's calm
Despite all that is happening here
The beat of the world
Foreboding and loud
Yet the chickadee sings its sweet note?
Wherefore the whims of the wind
At ev'ry map dot, it seems
Fanning the pain
While the porch chime resonates fine?
What of the flames that burn so
Blue, yellow, orange, then to red
Smoke-filled eyes from the North
Westward heart deeply charred
As the core of your Earth sleeps content?
The wind, it wants in
From low to the ground, I shout
Come, bring your friend rain
I almost ruined it
Listening to the sunrise today
Needing so badly to step back and blink
The step back -the blink
That removes the pain
For I am not the patriot clang
The whimsical splashing shore
Or the sizzling Southwest wind
The sunrise smile