Why I Write

I write for the wind who gusts with cause

hoping dearly for effect.

That longing for effect,

a longing

for a voice that can flow between ears

making people

understand what

in some ways

they always knew

and in some other ways they knew

not at all.

-

Because

the voice is the wind,

guided only by soul and spirits

which themselves

are nothing more than a series

of dreams.

-

So we dream

for the chance to call upon elements

all around us

to be exactly what they are

because we are demanding

but reasonable

and so

only demand what is reasonable.

-

I demand the ocean to flow

the birds to fly

the world to hurt

and rejoice

the mountains to do nothing

until

they do everything we thought was impossible.

-

So CRASH open you!

into the world that spawned you

and the words that were gifted to you.

-

With wind speak,

with ash draw

with water paint

with gravity fall

Everything you need

has been waiting for you

for eternity.

-

The materials to create a landscape

are found on the mountain,

the colors to paint the sky

were made in the stars.

-

We can only rearrange things

to make what has always been,

and in that reorganization and

reorganization and

reorganization

we find ourselves saying what has been said

for ever,

in voices that have existed

always.

-

Who am I

but everything that ever was

waiting to create

everything that ever will be

in an unknown mystery that has never

changed

but that cannot ever stay

the same.

-

I write

to say

it

differently

Author's Note

it's just a poem, so I'm not that interested in critical analysis, but tell me what, if anything, it makes you think.