Yoga Poetry: Speaking to the Wind

Yoga Poetry

Speaking to the Wind

Where are you now, wind, when you’re everywhere?

Jack rabbit of shadow, rustle of dry grass.

Then it’s night, and you sweep through the center

of tree or field, your hands too in love

with what their wrists do when dancing.

What unfolds its wet wings in the shimmer

only to be dried into flight by you?

What climbs a happy slope of light

then the walls of the sky start, clanging happy

fast down to the earth where a dragonfly

holds tight to the paltry underside of leaf.

Up or down.  That everywhere motion that love imitates,

or at least what we think love can be, when really

we are what the wind bends over backwards, pours

back to the source to circle up and bow again to love.