There is a Wind

There is a Wind

There is a wind gathered by the branches

And so these things are drawn into me

That is where I tend them

I don’t know why they root so deep

I don’t know why they root so deep

There is a rain freezing in the air

Where I walk

I can’t help but say these things

They disappear back into the rain

They disappear back into the rain

It was the memory that changed me

The reckoning that made me watchful

Everything it was, it wasn’t

I can hardly find one useful word

And a word would only be

Just one more thing running through my veins