Wind

The wind can save your life
If you clue in
It’s telling you something
When you’re at peace enough
To listen

You find its rhythm for a minute
Or two
And can begin to predict
When it will next move through the leaves
Of the tree in your yard
How many degrees the branches will tilt
And yield in their dance

But then it blows a fraction of a second
Before you knew it was returning
The rhythm changes
The branches alter their dip

You breathe out
And wonder how it’s possible for the mind
To know such chaos yesterday
And such peace tonight