Dance of the Wind
Wind chimes between silence and sound
Just take a minute
like the deer do
bad example
like windchimes do in between
breezes
the silence just hangs there
the birds and crickets fill it
the rustling leaves you never notice in the wind
your own breath rising and falling
and there they are again
the chimes
the pendulum swings
but doesn’t touch the tubes
try as it may
but it doesn’t really matter anymore
in a world where silence and sound dance together
sometimes in a rumba
sometimes in a waltz
like windchimes
awaiting a twirl
A poem by Pemba Umoja