the wind sets us

asunder,
which is the best kind
of place to be
for half-crazy
angels & saints,

& there’s no denying
the wind has ever failed
to give us fair & clear warning
you will be cold,

yet for all her openness
ever mad is the grass
& green is the call to commune
flattened out, face down
beside the jasmine vine
bursting with heady scent

& it sounds pretty good
don’t you think?
to have the weather
& sky be the only
weighty things on our backs

wind & air, —
are never too raw
nor is the way
we empty our shoes
of ourselves

but, if a brisk (or gentle) wind
ceased to stipple our cheeks,
or if the grass stopped tickling
the hollow of our souls,
well, i think i would certainly die
in devotion & in mind

::

for Real Toads
“We all go a little mad sometimes.” – Psycho

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28 thoughts on “the wind sets us

  1. Angie, this poem is fabulous. I don’t want to pick out line or reference, but just tell you I fell into it and felt it close over me in the way only the best poetry can.

  2. Loved it too. I don’t think sensibilities like this can be approached without 17 takes. It made me think of how an angel might write of the fact of life on Earth knowing how cold</em, how empty the universe’s shoes are. Well done.

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