We have winds from the ocean
a hurricane that has ripped up the coast
I wish I could smell it.
I am traveling there,
out of these unyielding granite bone-yards
where at any moment I expect to find a cache
of profound extinction.
I am watching the wind lift the boughs
in that way – that way
that is arousing
weather is arousing.
Soon I’ll be where the wind takes hold of you
where your breath and pulse
are subject to an untender mercy
I can hear it calling through my weeping.
Pbsweeney . Clearwater . 11.03.2007