Wind

blossoms

Wind

That it shudders through
and presages an untimely end,

that it transforms the night’s
body and leaves us

breathless and wanting,
petals strewn about,

messenger and message in one,
corporeal hosts entwined,

that it moves, that it blends,
that it withdraws and returns without

remorse, without forethought, that it
increases, expands, subtracts,

renders, imposes and releases
in one quick breath, saying

I cannot feel but I touch,
I cannot feel

“Wind” first appeared in Blue Hour Magazine and is included in my first chapbook, If Your Matter Could Reform.

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31 thoughts on “Wind

  1. That it would forfeit in a single exhalation the entirety of its might to expel its one, defining lack… Yes, that is the awesome and tragic song we hear in the rafters, and hope to live another day to remember, and embody with our own voice (that is, if we know “resonance” when it touches us…😉).

    Beautimous!

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