to my two year old
The wind & the wind whence the wind
blows the wind & how do I explain the wind to you in terms
of isotherms / unconvincingly I’m sure & doesn’t wind
you say come from trees like little handheld
fans thus & forget Aeolus though he is the Keeper of the Winds
the west wind
we are & are we perhaps we are / bantam Cleopatras dolled
up in black kohl eye-liner cooled & once were we adolescents in
green eye
-shadow & linen pageant-ry & tunics
waving & ours the foliage was palm frond fans
& we were young then nothing but limbs & when the wind
moved our little limbs we moved with the wind moved
the wind we made the wind move /
what is the wind I say it is the unfamiliar the isopleth
I say & every bit & head to tail an old windbag as a type of theft / its
tether isn’t much
its hide so thin di-stills the wind for you un- winds the wind
the wounded
wind was once so taught to you I sayto you
& howl & how un / -romantically
First published in issue 38/39, Winter 2015, of Third Coast.