A POEM A DAY

I cannot catch the wind but I welcome

the invitation.
I surrender to what surrounds me,
the wonder within me,

the love that moves me.
I love a song called Let the Mystery Be
Another one called Set Your Spirit Free
Listening, listening, listening .
Isn’t the spirit a mystery?
One I cannot see, one I cannot hear

All week, the sun self and the shadow self

move through the music. 

I dig my roots up from the ground
to see how deep the soil

goes. What do I know other than

what I feel? I know pain, I know the names

of the ghosts I let go.
Past or present, the feelings are mine 

and mine only. I walk through a door 

and the breeze is gone. The wind goes on.
This is what I know. 

The sun rises, the shadows show.

We grow, we wake and we make meaning.