Whether the Wind

The wind today was not in a hurry

steady, forceful

but not in a hurry.

On the open prairies such a wind would sweep

steady, forceful

and sure of it’s destination

In Victoria, faced with street corners, buildings and trees

the wind is a trickster

wrapping, weaving and dancing with no destination.

Whether full of certainty or the dance

I have faith that wind will fill my soul, 

caress my cheeks and comb my hair.

“I will walk by myself

and cure myself

in the sunshine and the wind.”

~ Charles Reznikoff, 

The Poems of Charles Reznikoff 

1918 - 1975