On Account Of Worry
because my head is bowed i circle
where are the doors in the carpeted ground?
and i think and i think what hems me in
because my head is bowed
then up from the sea wound a vision
to turn my head around
i saw the queen of beauty risen,
and heard the breeze breath sound
her eyes said you may look at me
her mouth said you may touch
her hair said you can set me free
her silence said ... ....
i love you
the wind drew my hair aside
to whisper the world is wild
the wind took my hair
and blew it wild
to reach my ear
to say aloud
this child
this love child
see she smiles.
listen to her eyes.
her eyes smiled softly love me
because my head is bowed with worry
worrying the world
to tell me why my head is bowed
the wind called long before i heard
to raise my head
and see the sea
spread wide and far and furrowed.
full and wild
it carried its love-spun child
and brought her form before me
that she even had a body surprised me
so lost in her soft wild face
while back over the sea we flowed
as in a dream:
i am the wind
and cuffing on the sea
sire now of you
the very waves which carry us
and so our commotion breaks upon the shore
where i still sometimes circle
head bowed
listening to the wind and waves
and wondering
if any of this has any meaning
beyond i love you
through this fleeting storm
because the world is wild
