The view from up here,
Is all I can see.
The train goes by,
The lights go by,
My life goes by.
It’s all that it ever feels like,
A bleeding lip.
Me, my body, this mind.
Alone up here, legs dangling off, listening to the wind’s
Cacophony of heroes.
Like hell,
Like, at any moment I could slip off,
Fall onto the train tracks,
Let it take this away.
Feel the cold air all the way down.
My back no longer up against a wall,
And my legs never finding their balance.
I dream of the train taking my mangled silhouette away from this cliff,
Away from this air,
Away, into the night, every night.
Rolling on, wheels painted with blood.
Never have to watch those lights again.

Voice of wind speaks to me in language
one that I can't comprehend
fluttering of leaves by passage of wind reminds of men in herds,
looking for some possession in kind
wind has a soul, one that doesn't need shelter
just like gold which doesn't depend on carving for lustre
wind reminds me of God; of all his creation whenever it blows, that's when my inner thoughts seek meditation...

~the wind feels the smallest birds
It's got.
—Primus St. John, "Biological Light", Gift of Tongues

The winds blow and gust
written March 19th, 2021

Today the winds blow and gust
bending but not breaking the boughs of the pine
sending the last of the fall leaves swirling
along labyrinth paths only the wind can see.
We who can take shelter
in constructs we have sweated and sacrificed for
built to withstand the winds that blow
so proud of ourselves,
while the smallest bird
without a straw to it's name
lets go and rides the wind
letting fate take it where it will.

Water gushing down a stream
Reflecting the sky like a dream
Nurturing the plants around
Making a calming sound
Leafs floating on the surface like a boat
Shivering in the wind as it stays afloat
Minnow darting away in the current
Shiny wet pebbles gleaming in the playful light
The suns ribbons making the sand look bright
Tall trees showing off their height
Squirrels over an acorn, they fight
Birds learning their way to flight
While I look on at natures might
~21/3/21

There on the wind
Is that a bird or just an image
Am I dreaming of something
Is anything real here

The woods by my house
They sway in the breeze
Picturesque in this dream
They shake their leaves as they die

The clouds are drifting
They are white on this gray background
Fluffy but wet as they go
They shake and they cry for the Earth

Is anything here real
It all looks like a dream to me
The birds are flying past
The wind blows across my face

The wind takes it all, then why am I happy?
The storm sparks a wave, then why do I chase it?
I know in this case, it might crush me one day.
I, though, being silly, perceive it as blessing!

Under a mask and some ripples
An ocean of sky and foam of clouds
Wind wanderer, you and your tides
Must have been where nothing remains