Trust the Wind
Trust the wind.
Trust its caress.
Leaves teach;
Birds call;
Fans whirr.
The metal--
The space of blades asks:
"Am I not
The blowing curtain,
The ant that crawls,
The day that dawns,
Beyond quiet,
Beyond time?
Takes my breath away.
Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2007
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