Garden party laughter in the wind.
Find out what’s for dinner from the wind.
Humans seek oracles, horoscopes. Dogs
trust their noses. Birds are believers in wind.
How many unanswered prayers before
a child learns, why ask a favor of wind?
City years. Hidden by concrete and glass,
I lost starlight, became a stranger to wind.
Family visit. Old hurts and hungers
wake, the way guttered leaves stir in the wind.
The president speaks but says nothing.
Yuge. Big league. Bad. Jumbled phrases. Pure wind.
Clothes on the line, limp as shed skins until turned
by the whim of the wind into specters. Wind
calls as rain smacks the windows and branches crack.
We head out, drawn by the lure of the wind.
Stranded hiker pleads into his cell as
the storm hits. His last words blur in the wind.
I’m the daughter of Stone, bride of fire,
mistress of rivers, sister of wind.
Alison Stone is the author of Guzzle, a chapbook of ghazals (Dancing Girl Press, 2017). She has published five other poetry collections, including Ordinary Magic, (NYQ Books, 2016), Dangerous Enough (Presa Press 2014), and They Sing at Midnight, which won the 2003 Many Mountains Moving Poetry Award. Her poems have appeared in The Paris Review, Poetry, Ploughshares, Barrow Street, Poet Lore, and many other journals and anthologies. She has been awarded Poetry’s Frederick Bock Prize and New York Quarterly’s Madeline Sadin award. She is also a painter and the creator of The Stone Tarot. A licensed psychotherapist, she has private practices in NYC and Nyack. www.stonepoetry.org www.stonetarot.com