CHASING AFTER THE WIND


THE PAIR OF A BIRCH TREE STOOD ON A HILLSIDE;
BOTH ROOTED ON A STONEY ROCKY MEADOWS BY THE STRENGTH OF THE SUN;
THE QUAKE DRAINS THE LEAVES AFTER A MERCILESS STORM;
COUNTLESS RAINS, HARMFUL, SOME FRIENDLY.
EVEN THE BRANCHES FLAPS OPEN;
THE DARKNESS CAVED IN;

ONE CANDLE LIGHT LIT AND SERVED AS A LIGHT;
THOUGH NOT SO STRONG IT GUIDES A WAY;
WHY THE WIND KEEPS BLOWING UNCERTAINLY;
I CONTINUE ON TO GRASP IT;
GRAB IT AND HELD IN MY PALM;
I SAW THE WRINKLED LINES ON IT;
IT TURNS BOTH WAYS AND MET AT THE SAME PLACE;
SAME PLACE WHERE THE BIRCHES MADE A VOW.
THE ROBIN HAVE STOPPED;
CHASING AFTER...THE WIND.


G CIRCA BARCELO
SEPT 6, 2010
BURNABY, BC