Every Wind

Every Wind

Every wind loses itself,
no matter where

it starts. I want
a little piece of you.


I want your atmosphere
bundled in a small rice paper packet
and labeled with strings of new rain
and stepping stones.

I want
the grace of silence
blowing in through the cracked
window, disturbing only
the shadows.

Everywhere I go, bits of me linger,
searching for you.

Grief ages one thread at a time,

lurking like an odor
among the lost

or your breath,
still out there,


“Every Wind” first appeared in The Lake in July 2016.

67 thoughts on “Every Wind

  1. This poem pulls me (blows me?) in multiple directions … got my heart racing … that singular “No.” is the culprit … else I could read along expecting sweet reunion. But no.
    Thanks for waking me up this morning.

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  2. Reblogged this on Black Cat Alley and commented:
    Robert Okaji’s poems always offer something stirring – and today is no exception.

    Please be sure to stop by his site and say hello or just linger in the wealth of word wonder.

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  3. This is beautiful.
    Now and then, I encounter bits drifting about. I remind myself that that’s a good thing. It would be nice to have a nice, neat package to turn to, but I think those unannounced encounters are the best, since they come unbidden.

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  4. My favorite part? Your description at the end… β€œEvery Wind” first appeared in The Lake in July 2016″… like it literally appeared ( a piece of paper) in a local lake one summer and you fished it out, or that, like the name of the next Dalai Lama mystically written on the surface of Lhamo Latso…it was written on the surface o said summer lake and you copied it down! I am now wondering where all your other poems appeared:

    “In Praise of Gravity” first appeared on a park bench in Hakodate in the spring.

    “Glass With Memory” first appeared in a Ukrainian wheat field, after which it subsequently appeared in a cup of coffee in Baltimore, a street sign in Munich, and on a driver’s license in Hanoi last Fall…


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    • “…first appeared in a fleck of vomit in Medina County, Texas, after which three escaped convicts and a chimney sweep passing through Swamp Angel, Kansas noticed it in a cracked headlight’s flickering glow…”

      Somehow this appeals to me. 😊

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      • …the cracked headlight of a local avocado farmer, who noticed that his crops formed the first three lines of Nine Ways Of Shaping The Moon, which were first noticed by the Hubble Telescope after massive amounts of radioactive particles started forming visible macro-chains. A similar phenomenon also occurred at CERN when the Large Hadron Collider’s liquid helium system leaked and spelt out the first six letters of Portrait In Ash…. which, incidentally, first appeared on a karakoke bill in Tongdo, South Korea.

        This is of course not including the complete (and accidental) rendering of Portrait In Ash in coloured sand during a Mandala building ceremony at Qoikang Temple in Lhasa….

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          • ….the karaoke bill has never been confirmed, yes… BUT…recent scholarship on Luce irigaray has revealed that Portrait In Ash appears in part of her work Thinking The Difference as the anagram “Thickening Fender Thief”, while fragments of ‘Consider The Hand’ have been located in an ancient recipe for the Hittite entrΓ©e known as Tarnished Hen Cod.

            So karaoke bill aside, your work proves that – while Einsteinian relativity precludes physical travel backwards in time (infinite mass at hyperlight speed) – conceptual consciousness is immaterial, thus can escape the effects of gravity and behave as quantum phenomena across greater and greater expanses of the time/space continuum… or so the Germans would have us believe!!!

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