The Wind is Watching Now

A quiet man
in his darkness sat
in the west facing west -
back to the east; his past;
he stared west looking
for a reason, a future -

and the wind
is watching now.

A woman in the east
sat in a house
in a row of houses
surrounded
by the mayhem
and bustle of life; children
to feed, appointments
to make, to keep, bills
to chase -

and the wind
is watching now.

Without knowing -
they have known
all their lives.

Without seeing -
they have watched
all their lives.

Without speaking -
they have heard
all their lives.

Without touching -
they have felt
all their lives -

and the wind
is watching now.

Shifting, shaking, head curled,
wedged into a bucket chair
the man stared at a red bag
which screamed
one word:

BELIEVE -

and the wind
is watching now.

With day dimming eastward
the woman goes about her life -

and the wind
is watching now.

Having met at last
these two
unlikely like likenesses
traded verbal light
in bold view of all -
in the quiet silences
where none could see.

Speaking, yet not a voice
was heard as these two,
they explored, they learned,
getting to know
like a thirteen year old
boy and girl ineptly gyrating
against each other
at their first dance -

and the wind is
watching now.

That man still staring
at that bag, that word,
his entire being wanting,
needing, to remember

how to believe again -

and the wind
watches now.

_{(09-16-2009 - 06-22-2010)}