the wind

i have not seen but your acts
heard your many assumed names
breeze, gale, hurricane
to me you are just the wind

i was left behind your tract
the land you left untamed
wisdom, pale mischief
you provoked to me, unhinged

if it were your season
i would expect you
in my best winter clothes

for 'tis not i will long you
looking forward to the waving
and pray this time is not good-bye


louise keller (Russellville, AL, 1981)