‘Wind’ or, ‘Unknowable Essence’

I do not feel, see, hear, taste

or smell you,

but I feel the heat and

searing cold you carry.

I see what you move,

hear the wind dance

with the trees and

disturb my sleep.

I taste the rain,

smell the flowers and

cough with your pollen

in spring.

I know you intimately

by how you move the world

around me…on my face

at my back, in my life.

2-19-26