the thing about the wind is
you can't see it bend it break it
mix it separate it
you can't catch it and set it before you
trick it
trap it
you could negotiate
the presence of it
gauge
the speed
at which
it grips
a sock strapped to a flagpole
measuring wind
physical only
in what it can animate
gluttonous
wind, wanting to hold
all it touches.
I love this, AB!
ReplyDeleteP.S. You guys can feel free to leave feedback on what you want the template to be. I was kind of feeling that we needed a fresh face to the blog since it has survived a few months now, but let me know what you think!
Hey--the new template is a-ok. It makes the poems easier to read, having a white background. I like this. Come into the light, (not so) terrible poets!
ReplyDeleteFirst, nice poem, ab! We were sorely lacking a literal manifestation of the theme... enter, your awesome poem.
ReplyDeleteSecond, yeah I might have overreacted at Rosie a bit, about the changes. I have a hard time with change, I think. You CAN read the poems better, this is true. However, my eye gets a little confused with all the stuff on the left... I think it had a lovely flow with the followers/archive stuff on the right side. I also might be a little too details-oriented lately (thanks grad school).