IN THE WIND

and when the wind blows
grasses shiver and trees bow
rain falls aslant
buffeting tin
peaks and toughs of strength
like valleys and snow-covered pinnacles
the horizon in sheets
of vertical grey and sun strokes

i am strong and powerful
attached and attuned
to the here and the now
to this moment in which
forever is captured
in the sighs of spirits
come and gone
but always present
in the wind.