Origin

in me a single tree

is all the tangled

bristling leaves and

branching wind

polished drops

of gold

bed down

the rough unbothered ground

a wish to sleep

a jay bows to me

I return the courtesy

opens his blue wings

his way unhindered in the glory

of his lifting wind

the toughest leaves hang on

chatter amongst themselves

talk back argue with the wind

a whirl of dusty sun swirls

encircles the tree

takes it from me

origin

of wind

jppestana november 10, 2016