No thoughts here, and how could there be?
The wind can’t say a word. The birds
Might have things to say. The birds
Might think, but then how would they know?
A stand of oaks sways in the wind.
Now and then, a truck or a car
Makes its own wind as it blows by.
Such thoughts as they have go with them.
The top of one tree in the sun
Stirs and then lets go of a bird.
Why would we want more? Why would we
Want us? The oaks can take the wind.
Saturday, March 6, 2021
The Birds in the Wind
