Girl in the wind
blowing wide open
the closed doors of my life -
which way are we going?
Standing against the lurid sky
on the stark brink of ocean
arms outstretched
as if your love and hunger
would embrace the world
and I in my inner room
playing my poetic premutations
can only look and ask the unanswerable.
Brave and cunning I speak to my typewriter
knowing it will not answer back
knowing it will not reply
what I ask and do not want to hear
as you with the vast sunset merge
a multitude of dreams away
uniquely alone and outside of me
in the purity and rarity of this moment
immeasurably beyond my love and my rage
and with the dying call of gulls
the echo resounds:
Girl in the wind
throwing aside
the tight shutters of my life -
which way are we going?
