Wind - Garth Gilchrist

[Lawrence Robinson]

Wind

All night long  
Firs toss and roar in the storm 
I listen hard
Through brittle glass out into 
Sinewy darkness 
Where heaving branches 
Knotted tight to tough trunks 
Sweep wild, dizzy 
In drunken air
Tumbling tree tide 
Mountain crests of
Jade fragrant needles
Self-given, delirious
Shouting praises 
To the wind's
Fierce caress! 
Would that I could . . .
Riotous roar
No dream of sleep
In the company
Of such lovemaking

	- Garth Gilchrist