Movement of Air
This morning it is best to be ready
for the movement of air – to have
a good warm sweater and a sturdy coat.
And mittens. This morning
the movement of air is
not-so-obviously-my-friend.
But "not-so-obvious" isn’t "not-at-all",
as a blue fringe of eastern horizon
(that was not there 'til air stirred it and moved it)
inches up morning sky.
Winds trudge across great lake,
airy aqueduct for summer gardens,
sky avalanche to blanket winter fields,
breeze to sweat-soaked faces
in hot sun.
Still, November: the unkind wind shakes branches,
drives rain-sleet-snow into faces,
strips off leafy jackets from the trees...
We shiver and seek warmth.
November: it’s important
(or in February blizzard) to recall
that where no air moves, nothing lives –
no breathing baby, neighbour, lover, friend,
no blossoms, buds, or bowers
nuzzling horse,
lounging dog,
purring cat,
just grey dense unseen stillness without pulse.
In the morning, it is best to be ready
for the movement of air,
with mittens, etcetera,
and also
with a glad and thankful heart
for winds the World depends on
to make itself each day.
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