Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Face the Wind

                                       Dreamlike limbs of a willow

Struck by miles of air
I, motionless in the motion.

A chime like echo travels

The shaker sounds circulating
Sift through the tangles.

The willow tree has always fascinated me, the sway and dangle of the branches. Over the past few years I have experienced a lot, as anyone does when time passes. I keep telling myself to face the wind, let it come, but I am not going anywhere.