" To Find Wind Between Stars "
An evolutionary smile,
dolphin eyes chuckle
at my discomfited limbs,
no, she says,
My love is the spray
over each ocean swell,
not the sand you take
home in your shoes.
We clasp our knees, perched
on domed granite, she points
out a star, that place
was too cold for me, too still.
If you survive your death,
that star is where your ability
to love will try and find you..
It is the second step.
The first,
is to become, to learn;
there is no wind
that does not blow.
© 2003 Steve Williams
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