Wind Instrument

open
empty

fire fan
the notes

let them rise
from the dark

play
between them

let them
play you

Night Rain

I dream wings
against a cage

in or out I
know not

I hear
its call

to fly
to fall

to die
awake

enter the dark
work down
quiet
break

open

this
I am

circle of summer
drift of fall
in of winter
out of spring

without the hurt
of hurry

breeze
on a swing

waves
of tall grass

a train
through the night

Be sure as
a rising stem

swift as
a bud to rose

certain
as the wind

to go there

to wander it’s pathlessness

beyond these words

on this page

is to let

my next breath

take