Back of the West Wind

July 18, 2007

Let the wind cry its anguish
for those who need pity
and weeping.

Let the branches shake
in a rage of unfettered
fears and needs;

Let it name itself
in rivers of unnecessary words.

Let others shake their heads
in disbelief,
in non understanding;

They do not know the deeps,
they do not see
across the median of three a.m. :

They only see
the offside of the dawn.