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

wait

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

raw—

elemental

Pamela Olson