the wind is a dialogue
between whirling thoughts
that follow my ambiance--
from places of veneration
to days of awareness,
from moments of merit
to times at fault
my thoughts drift through cracks
like a silent draft
floating on high
or spiralling low
the wind sighs
sweet sounds of life
as a sailing vessel
on a smooth course
gliding through water
exchanging ideas
between then and now
a conversation circles
back from gusts to whispers
speaking from various directions
what only I can hear
and keep confidential
(2007)