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, 2/17/12
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