"And so may a slow wind
work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life."
WIND ARTIST....John O'Donohue
Among the kingdom of the winds,
Perhaps, there is one of elegant mind
Who has no need to intrude
On the solitude of single things.
A wind at ease with the depth
Of its own emptiness, who knows
How it was in the beginning,
Before silence became unbearable
And space rippled to dream things.
A wind who feels how an object strains
To be here, holding its darkness tight
Against the sever of air, ever eager
To enter, and with a swell of light
Dissolve the form in its breathing.
A wind from before memory
Whose patience will see things become
Passionate dust whorled into sighs
Of ghost-song on its wings.