Indeed

The wind chimes sang to me

through the night

and into the morning —

they sweetened my dreams

and my prospects.

They were untiring

in their celebration of

the wind that came

up ocean, through trees,

across the craggy rocks of mountains,

bringing the fragrance of

the powerful rightness of everything,

that which returns each day, as if

all our pathetic twistedness

had not touched it at all

And indeed

the freshness that escapes

in these rifts of wind

is proof.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 10, 2016