What am I now
but an old man,

who loves only
the wind,

the wind…
giving birth the word
wend…

the wending
wind.

I hear it
in the shadows

where it promises
that whatever bends

resides inside
the mind.

With a one letter
difference

the wind
is the mind…

The wind,
which arrives
without warning.

The mind,
which blows
it away.

– Michael Sofranko