Through You, Like The Wind

By Carmen Ruggero

When inspiration sweeps past you,

like desert dust as it follows the wind,

and suspends itself in midair,

clouding a sunset’s iridescent lip,

what do you do, Poet, what do you do.

Do you let your thoughts drift

far from that place in which you stand?

Be still and listen to the desert’s silence,

listen: it purrs a distant song.

Seize the moment, Poet,

though it may be clouds you see.

When inspiration sweeps past you

like desert dust as it follows the wind,

do you want to call it back?

Then sit beneath the willow,

breathing its sound as it sways

and witness the night labor

as she births a brand new day.

Surrender to the arms of slumber,

and sleep, you gentle bard, dream.

For all the things you’ve touched today,

even dust as it clouds the brilliant sun,

have touched your soul, as well.

So, breathe the scent of jasmine,

as it bathes in midnight blue,

and rest peacefully, Poet, rest.

Know the muse has not forsaken you,

it flows through you like the wind.

Carmen Ruggero @2004 &2005