Come wind!
The air moves passed me
touching all, but never stopping
to ask.
What was this thing
Yet knowing, by my form,
it was me.
No other shapes it the way
I do.
And so it will remember.
Come wind, take me up
Help me touch others as you do
Teach me not to ask and yet
to know
Show me how to hold things
then let them down
Knowing of, then have no question
The answers of the presence
of the things you touch
are all you seek.
But I am not formless
And still with nothing to shape
what am I
Can I go without touching
Does my form mean me
Does my presence mean you
are there
Or does yours mean I am
Question I ask and look for
you to answer
questions you never needed
Come wind, blow me away
I am of nothing
Who do you see through me
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Reflections upon snoitcelfeR
© Martin C. Davies 1978
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