The Wandering

Wandering with the wind Blowing me with the tall grasses I walk Settling upon the blue asters Resting my soul on a bench Among the voices around me Birds, frogs, geese No money in sight or sound Oppression part of no vocabulary In woods or prairies Just the joy of homemade applesauce And herbs Gathered in the wild Nurturing life Everywhere the wind lives Everywhere The Wind Lives 9/24/12