Wind Talk
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("Windhorse", 2023, original encaustic)
Wind Talk
Children talk to the wind
A skill, a talent, a desire
Most adults have lost
And forgotten they ever had.
Anyone can talk, but
Maybe what’s really lost
Is the aptitude to hear
Wind’s reply.
The wind talks
And children listen
The children talk in turn
And wind replies.
This is the natural order of things
The natural give and take
Call and response
Of what it means to be alive.
Children don’t know a lot of things
But they certainly know
What it means to be alive
And aren’t shy letting us know.
Adults like to complicate
The whole equation
Putting barriers between
What is and isn’t.
While a child in utter simplicity
Walks through such barriers
As easily as ghosts
Through walls.
Until eventually something happens
And the corpus collosum seals shut
With its gateways strictly guarded
By the voice of reason.
If you live long enough
That voice gets hoarse and tired
And eventually in its own turn
Relaxes the controls.
This after all is the natural order of things
The ebb and flow of Life in all its forms.
How do I know?
The wind just told me.
(3/24/24)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2024
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