poetry

In Praise of Stiff Wind

In Praise of Stiff Wind

walking around the reservoir
blasted by invigorating wind
all we can do is laugh
at the immense blessing
of being given to one another;
of knowing someone else
who sings this song

poetry

Tronador

Tronador

who knows what else
lies on the horizon
when a big white bulk
with a restless fiery heart
goes neatly undetected
for four sprawling days?

we miss so much
of all that is
including the storm clouds
hovering over
the beloved’s head