wind

There is an otherness inside us 

We never touch, 

no matter how far down our hands reach. 

It is the past, 

with its good looks and Anytime, Anywhere ... 

Our prayers go out to it, our arms go out to it 

Year after year, 

But who can ever remember enough?

...

The life of this world is wind 

Windblown we come, and windblown we go away. 

All that we look on is windfall. 

All we remember is wind.

~ Charles Wright

from The Southern Cross