Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Headline Poem 10/15/14 -- Wind

Wind

It's a call we get
and must obey,
an invitation to escape 
from all things 
 
noise 
and heat and Southern places
like cars and classrooms and 
heavy mistakes 

We wait until it's time 
to pack the car
and grab
some pillows for the long drive

We've five pairs of clothes, 
with a few left in the drawers,
and it's time to drift off --

watching folks fly by, 
we turn the car up North 
 and head 
toward the 
curtain

That's where we're let in 
to live a few days of
make-believe reality 

     in ferns and moss and rain-soaked leaves, 

we answer when she calls, 
because we believe 
     
in 
silver walls and other things 

We know it's in the wind 
and in the color of her skin
and so we go home

We know it's in the wind 
and in the color of her skin
and so we go home.