Wednesday, April 18, 2018
Invisible Fingers of the Wind Wind Wind
by Ralph Fletcher
Wind is a mysterious traveler,
a spy shrouded in secrecy.
No one knows where it came from.
No one knows where it goes.
Wind is clearer than creek water,
paler than the faintest ghost.
Nobody has ever seen its face
but watch smoke sway above a campfire
and you might glimpse wind’s shifting shape.
wind didn’t start with a capital letter
won’t end with a period or question mark
it’s like one long continuous blow-on sentence
Ancient wind told fantastic stories
before words had been invented.
Its middle name is once upon a time.
It sang songs, lovely but lonely,
long before triceratops roamed the earth.
But when it swirls down the sidewalk,
twirling bits of paper into a dizzy dance,
old wind turns frisky as a newborn pup.
Posted by Ralph Fletcher at 7:57 AM