Winds

You are nothing and everything. Both the whole and the absence.
the light and the dark. at once.
the movement of things. Animating lifeless objects.
the things of the past coming back to life.
I didn't remember you were there leaf.
but now your not.
now you are dancing in a current of invisibility.
Showing the only signs of it's exsistence with your movement.

Like heat or cold or pain.
you are nothing but redefining the thing you are effecting.
your definition depends on others. you are nothing without everything else.
A windy world of nothing but land would be just a world.
the same world covered in trees dances and move like a crowd of chaos
on the ballroom of life, in a mathematic waltz, where everyone bends and dips together. I have not yet seen your face, but

your partner dips you deeply toward my foxtroting group. and I see you
upsidedown
for a moment.
A moment of eye contact, where
you turn from a spruce, to a seqouia, then a willow
in that moment. and all I can think.

is that the wind has made this.
Made this everything out of nothing.
and I am gracious. I am
so gracious to the almighty
effector.

Your Missing a Fingernail

I sit
in front of a hardly used Mac apple comp
uter
and within 10 feet are original
andy warhols
can you believe that
thousands upon thousands
In a house
in an apt
in mayfair
in London.

and you and you
have it all
except