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The Mind-Wind


That sound – the wind

from the arctic

high in the pine tops –


I used to call it

the mind-wind

because it sounded

like the thoughts

of a vast intelligence.


If I stand still

deep in the woods

I can listen further

and further out

in expanding


over miles of absence –


just a fragment of

that great aloneness

probing the pine trees

shaking them

seeking some answering voice

in us.