The wind that whispers

It is the wind that whispers

Through gates cast open

Whistling through the folly of fences

And o’er walls of yesterday

 

My shadow recedes from them

Footfalls along a crooked path

To find wonder in the land and the sky

And tread among the fallow and the furrow

 

To stand precarious

The razor edge

Of sunlight and shadow

Halves my soul

 

The fine line

Between the ridiculous and the sublime

The pain and pleasure

Of dreams and reality

 

To fall upon my knees

And know the earth

As a tear might ripple

Upon the puddle of humanity

 

The cold agony of the past

Swept gentle away

Soothed by the warm caress

As the grasses sway

 

I inhale the land

And become of it

The dust

And the sweet smell of sage

 

To know the winds that whisper

Will sweep me forever from memory

Grain by grain

‘til footsteps covered

 

Yet,

I mourn not the future

For at long last

I am home

 

Loosed upon the earth and the heavens

Just o’er the horizon

Where dreams still live

And love never dies

 

---RAM

Rick Malo©2024

 

Eastbound on the BNSF Transcon.

Lipscomb County, Texas.

April 2023.

Done