Interrogations

the wind howls looking

for its heartbeat          I admit

that I tend to ignore the wind

so he catches me often

calling out to   inviting

the others the lesser gods

he catches me feeding them

and is witness when they

inhabit me

            I have no excuse

for my direction or in-

discretion        I try to love

is all

                                    and you,

wind, do you love as you savor

the dance in everything

do you

as you pass through the world

as through a net

                        as you pull

at my clothes to get at my chest.