The Old Wind

Father Wind

Takes no part

Makes no comment

Clean, pure, timeless

Empty, attached to the

Growing universe

I hear it from the highway

I feel it on my body

I hear it move the trees

I hear a dog’s metal collar

And rush of cars

And the lazy trees

I live in a physical world

Where fathers drink

And push you down

I live in a big argument

I wish to be like the wind

And have no opinion!

I want to be pure

And thoughtless

And a cool hero

I want to not be afraid

And walk this Earth

Making good things happen

I want to read the Zen lit

And laugh and take no

Part in a critique of trees

I want to talk about truth,

Technology and reality

Carry in the 21^st century

I want to sing about nature

And heaven that I imagine

And how I love others

I want to be a part of nature

I want to be the old wind

Not even identified.