This Is Today

The wind is silent
I write the moment for forgetfulness
To forget the ease
Expected of me by the mysterious legions
Of forgotten me’s

This is the wind
Waking on the hill
Hiding itself in the trees that are lost
Lost in the veins of the river
Turning back

It would be so simple
For the moment to talk
To the gate and the river and the laugh in my heart
It would be too easy to forget
Missing tales
Living in the ether beneath the rail

Accept each new me
As the face of the old
Turned inward
Outward downward and below

Accept today when yesterday is gone
To the edge of the cliff
The falcon above the city
The righteous denying the holiness of every day

A good read, Pete, I enjoyed this one.

Les

Thanks, Les...for liking it and for digging it up.

Peter

I like this too, Peter. Not sure where we all were when you first posted.

Accept today when yesterday is gone
To the edge of the cliff
The falcon above the city
The righteous denying the holiness of every day

I really like these ending lines.

Mary

Thanks, Mary...I actually thought you would when I wrote those last lines.

Peter