Something in the Wind


The world sits there like something you should believe in,
like the smile of a child –

an affair of imagination and toys, a day
at the zoo when she laughed at the hippo blinking;
those evental gazes between human and other (discovering
in a bond that cannot enter our lies, when something dissolves;
gives way to that which cannot be spoken, contact
of another kind, an agreement between things;
known only in the moment of its vanishing);
or when the cotton candy blew away like a dragon wisp
and she opened her eyes wide in surprise;
yes, these instants, frames of a partial life rendered awake
that keep one’s sanity from going astray, falling
apart in the silences between thought and being, a sharing
between that which lives in us and without, a crossing
over that seems more and less than what we mean…

One still knows that something in the wind knows
even if we don’t

– Steven Craig Hickman ©2015 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.

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