leaning into a wind
from twenty years ago—
still tugging tears from my eyes
Posts Tagged ‘wind’
One Time Warp
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged nostalgia, poem, poetry, time, wind on April 2, 2018| Leave a Comment »
One Note from the Wind
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged change, poem, poetry, wind on December 21, 2017| Leave a Comment »
One Blustery
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged chicago, poem, poetry, smile, wind on November 20, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Hymn to What’s Bare
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged emptiness, fall, poem, poetry, soul, wind on October 21, 2017| 2 Comments »
Last night’s wind scoured
the trees and stripped
their boughs—
it is easy in today’s calm
to wish my soul had been out
in the woods last night.
Emptiness reveals more
than all the gold, all design.
Before the Sun Comes Up
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged community, may you be happy, metta, poem, poetry, wind on October 4, 2017| 4 Comments »
There are monks who sing
for the laity—May you be happy,
and today I sing it, too,
though I have not been
anointed and have no special
sway, but I stitch my song
into the morning’s ferocious wind
and send it everywhere,
May you be well.
The wind rips the words
from my lips. I sing them
again. This is all
we have in this world,
the way we choose
to meet it.
One Hiking Above Treeline
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged hiking, poem, poetry, wind, wonder on June 29, 2017| 4 Comments »
Just Before the Rain
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, poetry, seduction, wind on May 8, 2017| 2 Comments »
something urgent in the way
the wind pulls on my skirt,
less like a child and more
like a lover, hungry, saying,
now, right now, it doesn’t
matter who’s looking,
we could do it
right here
Did You Hear It, Too?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, poetry, resilience, wind on March 4, 2017| Leave a Comment »
Blowing and gusting
and pushing and rushing
the wind tugs at every
surface it finds
and pries and whips
and shreds and flips,
overturns and tears
and ravages, wears down
and frays, unravels
and loosens in an entropy
dance, and to all
it touches—willow,
leaf, clothesline, fence,
it whispers
resilience, resilience.
Katabatic
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged autumn, poem, poetry, transience, wind on October 9, 2016| 1 Comment »
The leaves debate the wind.
We all know who will win.
There is no sound in the fall.
Whatever we might do here
amounts to little more than their rustling,
perhaps not even that.
Scratch of the branch
at the window. And then
it is silent.
Without a Doubt
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem, poetry, what does life want?, wind, yes on March 17, 2016| 3 Comments »
Could be you feel
like a tiny bird
flapping hard, hard
as you can
into the wind.
Though there
is no sign that says
Dead End,
you are not going
anywhere and can’t
imagine you ever will.
Could be
all that fluttering
exhausts you
until
you stop all that trying
and turn away
from whatever it is
you think
you are flying toward.
And then
perhaps
you understand—
not with your head,
with your whole being—
that wherever the wind
is going to go
it will go. Could be
you find yourself
saying yes to the wind,
the same wind,
you know this, that fills
your lungs.
Could be that it
is so beautiful,
this new kind of flying,
that you forget
to be frightened
that you do not know
what will happen next.
Could be you’ve never
been quite so aware
how infinite
the sky.
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