KTRusch

A Small Wind

Burned Out-
A love seeking a place

	beyond the dark space
	where dreams yawn in the shadows

No one home

	everyone’s running at the festival
	forgetting everything

Here I lie

	transparent
        unmoving, dead
	by the fountain
	spraying oil and spiders

When gratitude returns-

         gently, on a small wind
         awakening the last three embers 
         of a dying fire 
         with the subtle breath of air

                        please blow on me, small wind

When gratitude returns-

          gently, on a small wind
          awakening me with clean fresh
          fountain mist
          penetrating my skin

                         please blow on me, small wind

When gratitude returns-

           gently on a small wind,

Reminding us to rise from our heavy burdens

          and fly like birds
          back to our
          loves, our homes,
          and our myriad festivals of creativity.

When gratitude returns-

           gently on a small wind.