When I Sat Outside On That Stormy Day


That stormy day in Cajones

I think the wind is like the Spirit: animating and unveiling everything she touches. She is the breath and the life and the revelation. She even gets the trees to tell their secrets. Those trees who are otherwise stoic and still begin to twirl and chatter, flashing and snapping their crepe paper leaves when the wind makes herself known.

"Trees," the wind says. "Show me the flicker and life you fold and hush when I'm not around. Dance with me", she whispers to their limbs.

And the marvelous thing is, they always do.