Wind.
“Breathlessness of nature.”
“Whim of the sea”
(That’s C:
Me, I’ve never been on the water
When wind was really happening).
The voice of the Creator;
Thunder of waves, crashing,
Booming, shouting
Drowning the whispering
Eddies
The quiet murmuring of the
Small breeze,
Itself wind,
I wander the shores,
Aimless.

 

“My mother’s breath is
Strong as the winds.”

 

Direction given only by the
Endless,
Eternally shifting
Moods (ethereal)
Of the wind.
(Aimless?
Or a minute part, an
Infinitesimal moment
Of a greater, eternal
Plan?)

Wind

Norma J Hill

April 5, 1980

 

 

 

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