The wind

The wind The wind blew in our direction, shadows played It is the eyes that lacked the answers, in the contrast At the eye of it all I knew my borders when the sun blazed The morning sun went quickly, the noon would soon come There was wind in the hair, my... More

The wind The wind blew in our direction, shadows played It is the eyes that lacked the answers, in the contrast At the eye of it all I knew my borders when the sun blazed The morning sun went quickly, the noon would soon come There was wind in the hair, my thoughts fell into the skin When everything happened nothing actually occurred. Up there the cosmic egg flickered beyond the trees The blue emitted golden rays in the silky clouds there As if I could collect all that in my past canvas bags. Yesterday morning a little bird shrieked on the wire My garden was full of them and under them, below the wires Meanwhile the loops continued endlessly in my mind While the summer season seemed to be undecided When the monsoon would begin in the salt water and hills And journey across the mountains and windy coconuts. My words are silly giggling girls playing in the moon Together they do not sing but hum like the pipal leaves When the wind comes from across the the distant hills.  Less