3.12.13 Leaning Into The Wind . For M.H.

NYC 3.10.13

NYC 3.10.13

One moment he's beside you

the next, scrabling down the path

stumbling past scrapped brick

passing withered building parts all

swooning within decay

Overhead, others pass gaily by

 salient voices tinkling

lives spared this decree of loss

losian: lausa: lysus

When suddenly comes the Spring thaw

jarring into his torn jeans

an explosive stream’s wily wake

waves as high as a sheep’s knees

ladian: leosan: leusanan

And, bleating, he parries, shoulders sodden

struggling between swaddled Poplars

Water suckled with each tough step

still, days a cadence of  tattered incessance

incessans: incessare: incessante

Only now does the simmering wind

here begin to toy with him

in this moment of life’s uselessness

libam: leip: libban: vida plena

Yet, still, he turns, face to muted collar

Pointless, leans further into the wind


Copyright 2013 Gwen McClellan