Lost Field Notes - The Wind Speaks

the wind doesn’t speak in words just moves through what’s already there low in the ribs of the trees soft in the dead leaves it says… nothing that can be held just a passing hand through branch and bone The wind speaks Hmmmm-mmm The wind speaks you hear it when you stop trying when your breath falls in line and for a second you’re not separate just something being moved through same as the grass same as the ash same as the roots that never ask… it says… nothing that can be held just a passing hand through branch and bone The wind speaks Hmmmm-mmm The wind speaks Hmmmm-mmm The wind… Speaks