The Wake

(Somewhere in the middle of it all)

On the wind docks we sat
alone – so solitary for a we.
You shivered and said you
were uncomfortable, but
I wanted to feel the wind caress
a little longer.

I did not know that the wind
was the villain
these past couple years.
It took me until now to realize
just how far it carried
me.

I belong to the parachute people –
they call me to duty.
I wage war on the wind docks
(The wind always seems to take me,
however.)

Now I fly above the willow forests
seeking news on where to find
where I will be was –
and their stems whisper
to me so softly, each leaf shimmering in the breeze,
saying, This, this is where you are home.

Among the departed moisture clouds,
my propeller fingers fan the cool breeze
over the vast concert deserts in everywhere.
The overcast of iridescent rays
send mountains to sway in the heat
of the evening’s bridge in night’s ascent.

And everywhere,
a counter wind.