When the Wind Keeps
When the Wind Keeps
I’ve grown smaller than the pauses
Between sentences, more contained
And perfunctory than punctuation
My daydreams, curled into semi-colons
Pliable as eraser shavings
Scatter off the memory of lead
Seem to echo my half-cupped hands
My idle mouth, my lidded pupils
Undilated
Some future part of me hangs
Up there, in every mass
Of meandering cloud shape
That crowds the vaulted sky
In portents unread
I am not even dormant
In this present transmutation
Neither dry nor wet
I am just one
Glassy orb cusping
Gravitas, descent’s intent
Before hammered rainbows roll
Talk of rainbows on St. Patty’s day… I’m searching for the hidden lepprachaun references in this one… but haven’t found him/it/her yet…
Comment by Andy Havens — March 18, 2006 @ 9:59 pm