The Breeze

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser


What is the breeze other than

children’s laughter,

last breaths,

and lover’s kisses blown

as hopes and despairs

in the same desirous language

the world over?

Wing beats of butterfly and bird,

and the angel you refuse to acknowledge,

all trying to nudge

the Wanderer of you

into the vacant arms of The Great Mystery.

Leaf slides against leaf

like a bow rides a string during

the third course of

instrumental love making.

“Shhhhh,” they say to every other name

but the one that has been

trying to reach your parched lips

since the moment of your

well-intended conception.

It could all begin with

the nerve endings

in your skin.

When will you stop ignoring

that which touches you?

© 2011-2016/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" 
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