It’s Always Been About Wind - Mark Nepo

[Larry Robinson]

It’s Always Been About Wind

 
It’s early and the top of the oak
wet with dew is swaying, calling me
as it did when I was a boy, and
the birds, singing before we wake,
are the hearts of those who’ve
suffered, reborn as soft things
that sit in trees.
 
As for me, I’ve become
a hollow bone through which
things long needing to be said
are sung, though I often don’t
know what they mean.
 
I have been carved out, one
heartache at a time, to make
a clear sound. I don’t cite this
as a principle, just what
happened to me.
 
I lean my head to the wind
and my heart sings. Then
I eat the song.

	- Mark Nepo