Wind

When the air that travels

the planet without end finds you,

there is nothing to do but breath. No moment
is less than this. It is soaked with the words

of lovers, thick with final wishes, chilled
in parts by hidden glaciers, even shared along
its formless edges by everything
that no one remembers.

Nothing escapes the wind.

You will want it to give
these secrets away, to finally break
open with all that it knows like wood
cracks, then splits to free
the fire it hides. And it has tried.

The water that rushed
at you in apocalypse waves

one day on the violent shore—

the wind brought it to you, shrieking
a thousand miles over distant
ocean. Arriving in sounds
of thunder like an ancient

voice revealed, tearing its words
out of nothing and charging the coast
with everything you wished to know.

Did you not hear it? Were you afraid?