Just

Wind blows through the house

and the sound of wind chimes

tugs like summer

against my chest

Curtains blow

in small internal rooms,

in the balmy floaty

half-buoyant drift

of plum blossom petals

and possibilities

A day away, connected

to this wind, there may be rain

but nobody’s talking about that

in this perfectly presented

present of present presence —

this just-right day.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 12, 2015