days pass

days pass
some
like tempests blown
from heaven’s antipode
seizures of dire dearth
gusty meanders of discontent
leave me gasping
for relevance

others
gently ruffle my hair
recall childhood-warm summer breezes
textured teases
languid soft
murmurs of freedom
dreamt pure as flowing light

every day the wind blows
is graciously blessed
with ceaseless breath
steadfast heartbeats
life
love
a sense of the known
and unknowable

I ask nothing
give what I can
stand amidst
the gusts of time
to feel 
the calm of eternity