For the Wind

For the wind to start
It’ll need a basis,
bridging all the gears
of distant spaces,

ripe with atmospheric
laces all around
the frosted meadow weeds.
It’ll need a place

rimed with baby reeds,
fluttering with unclear
grace. It’ll need a mound,
lightly sown for years

with seeds that sing
with sun. It’ll then need,
in the evening, idylls,
entire skies aired out and freed,

auras luminous and low
and rivers of asymmetries,
for its fragile void to flow.

June 27th, 2017, Tippet Alley
March 29th, 2022, Kaiholu