The Wind Again.
Oh they wondered what the wind was for
scattering kernels upon dark floors
raising arms like fronds in breeze
calling troops of last frost seeds
rising now above their needs
they wondered -
had they sinned before?
shattered deeds perhaps, and maybe less
but maybe more than click of knees
cornered bent for scattered creed
locked and chasing seasons tease
and here now, hearing now the wind
feeling whispering, teasing,
wind.