Be quiet and listen.

There is a point in all of us

Somewhere lost in our DNA

Where nature overtakes nurture

And we are able to hear the cry

From our long forgotten past.

It is the wind that speaks to us

Beyond our cellphones and I-pads

Beyond our TV’s and computers’

When everything that consumes our daily lives

Is shut down and there is silence;

Then we can hear the wind.

I have heard it and felt it before, but each time in a place of silence and alone.   The wind.  More than a whisper: a cry, a howl, a roar – a voice that brings back a clouded memory – something through a glass darkly – of a time when I am dressed in skins, huddled in a cave or blown down shelter, and the wind outside is warning me: don’t come out – I am strong – I am nature – I am god. 

the Ol'Buzzard