Saturday, May 11, 2013

Here is the Wind

here is the wind
rising from nothing
no birthplace or home
a nomad

alas—I cry
as it gathers its breath
the world and I

and it pushes down
from the mountain top
through canyons and valleys
sounding its warning

cry out—I say
tell me where you go
I see trees fall
and waters part

still it rushes on
scouring brick
and stone
with a secret

held within
until the wind and I
join and rising
going nowhere

going somewhere
finding nothing
finding everything
stripped down

laid open

Pamela Olson

1 comment:

  1. The power in this piece holds it tight ... brilliantly done !!!