January 16, 2014

Wind


I hear my name
in the wind.
Hurry, hurry,
it said today, 
before your dust
is blown away.

Sometimes the wind 
has your touch,
don't ask me why 
it means so much.

I might also
hear your voice,
hinting more 
than you can say.

You promised the wind
would never take us,
but now it's found me,
anyway.

12/29/2013