West Wind

In the room

the air is still & cold & lonely.

unshed tears linger in the air around

& mute the feeble candlelight.

insomniac ghosts drift by half-dreaming

down ancient roads on forgotten errands

& i with empty eyes stare up at the empty sky & ask

'why?'

 

Outside the room, the west wind blows.

Autumnal gusts uplift the fallen leaves, & dance

dance with the pine needles & plastic grocery bags

till the wind rises & all blow away together

to meet the sunrise.

 

i open the window

& wind like a memory disturbs the dead air with wild whistling song,

song like the wind howling over trees between mountains,

song like the water crashing down the rapids, & roaring,

song like heartsblood pounding in my head, pounding

in rhythm to remembered laughter & running free along clear water

as the moonlight shone above. & i spread my arms like wings

& feel the wind catch them. i speak,

& watch the wind blow the words away. i laugh

& watch the wind blow the world away

to meet the sunrise.



i'm trying to sorta figure out things that i can't say easily in prose, so i'm doing a bit more poetry here than usual, i guess.