All You Winds

By Peter Halstead

All you winds that push the light
Past rampant ocean and its glaring clouds
To pour around the shining fronds
And cauterize their orange bark
From the vast electric sky
That casts its bursting thermal eye
On what little worlds as we provide,
A universe away from planets dark
With roiling cries and human tides
That in their burning neon ponds
Bathe our rabid, breathless, dying crowds
In the fire of your evening wands.