Ask the wind
I say
say I
ask the wind,
whence it comes
with winding wings,
put your ear
against its heart
and you will hear
how hollow it beats
against your breath.
This is strong
I say
say I
this is strong,
when you cast
your defeats
and wishes
against the weave
of air;
you see
the wind seems
to know
how it goes,
its been around
around the block
or two
down the bend of
a fork and
a round rock,
it knows
how to turn
the claw
of a leaf,
still crisp
in the season.
When clouds
go blowing south
and to the mouth
of north,
be left
I say
say I
be left
in the tongue
of calmness.
