Wind and Voices (2004)

There are voices,
Not carried on the wind,
But within,
And perhaps are it.
Maybe all winds are the breaths of words spoken-
But who has ears to hear?
They haven’t stopped,
So their source hasn’t been broken-
Perhaps most of us need to know through loss,
And with such a gain we know the value of what we had,
And, when it went,
Its cost.
We can’t see the wind,
Though we see its effects in swirling particles and driving rain;
So if the earth had nothing upon it to move,
And nothing to feel,
The idea of moving air may
Seem strange, surreal.

What are the words,
What are the shapes of the wind?
Go ask the old man,
Tranquil on a hill,
And the ageless wisdom will questions still;
You’ll breathe of wind.
For it doesn’t always matter why something is so-
Sometimes something’s presence alone is enough to know.