Zephyr

1.

The Zephyr flies through otherworldly peaks Collecting hyacinths and Grabbing life with inane, fleeting violence–

Walking the boulevards into late hours of the night, Peering alone onto cathedral facades– Writing delicate poetry in an afternoon

His breath wisps up into the sky everywhere and nowhere.

2.

There is a mountain in the Alps I wish I could show you Though it requires no explanation.

Today I bring you there You reach the top Imprinted with

The sensation of icy river water coating your cap against the sun– The pure azure of the alpine lake Suggesting you are an intruder In a world silent but for cicadas–

You look down onto the valley for a second, turnt alien: Men scaled down to ants, lives seen as bereft– Emptiness accumulating in the slow trudge forwards–

Do you see? This place will never change, no matter where you fly Its beauty requires no explanation

How long to amble these ridges ‘Till you dissolve into mountainspawn? ‘Till you can sit silent in this valley And let the seasons wash over you?

Underneath the mountain lies the strata and The constant, slow slew– rock, water, vapor Become vapor, water, rock Echoing for millennia…

In your mind’s eye, All this scaled down to a single image– The mountain, Its unchanging structure peering down At you and calling.

3.

In eons, The weakest of zephyrs can move a mountain of sand The tallest mountain can fade to dust.

What are you made of? What is the color of the wind?

It requires no explanation.