What We Know About the Wind - A Poem (from "Four Folded Corners")

It always changes, the wind,
we never really know it's mind

invisible
a breath

from some it comes as anger,
from others, as song,

this untouchable force --
it's nothingness
stirs the most delicate flower
unscathed,

and yet,
it can move worlds.

By Mary E. Lohan