You Are You Are

Zeen Chin

You’re the wind
Coming from ahead
Aside askance even
You make your presence known
In Chambers of my ears
Rattling the furniture there
The stirrup
The saddle
The cochlea

You’re the wind against whom
I have to work that much harder
You bring the new

You’re the wind
At my back
Unnoticed effortless even
Your presence is manifest
In the ease of my passage
There are no aural or choral clues
no discord
Only the whispers in the trees
The whistler in the wires

You’re the wind at my back
Forward faster
You are the invisible hand