mississippi

blue and turquoise.

i watch it through the crack in my curtain
the wind

slowly
ever slowly

moving the leaves in a synchronous dance

tomorrow i will be hale again
i will wake up and rise again
i will wash my face again
i will smile and talk again

its like watercolour

the soft constant strokes
of the wind

as it pulls its branch brush
across

softening and deepening

the skies evening.

have you ever seen the wind
gently rest a leaf
have you ever felt the wind
softly brush your cheek
have you ever heard the wind
whisper in your ear

then youve also seen it fling
the rock to which you cling
youve also felt it cut
and steal away your heart
youve also heard it howl
in madness and despair

in sommer time
the wind blows.

a constant sparring partner
in battle
with me and my hair and my step

(i won that round and cut it off - hah!)
a backwards defeat
when you act to stop an action.

in sommer time
the wind blows.

and all life rises
to see
what would it mean to fly without restraint

even birds are subject
they too tied down
to the ropes of wind that breeze freedom

in sommer time
the wind blows.