Moon Over the Whistling Wind

(from the moon series)

when you ask what do you hear,
on top of the cliff looking out
over green and brown cropped fields.

When you can see in the clouds
where the rain starts and stops
and you know it is coming

and you don’t mind
because it won’t last long.
When you think about the turbulent,

hot and cold friendship with time
and you send a message out saying,
what happened to us and you get a reply,

you will only understand in the future.
When you can hear the felt of your pen itch
the paper and the oft exchange of language

it has with the whistling wind.