I am riding the wind, surveying the damage
of the storm as if I’m a bird caught on the wind
currents handed off like a baton in a relay race
whose finish line gets no closer. I see I am surveying
my life by wind and breeze, by close to the earth,
by above the trees in an instant of time and the perspective
changes. The damage and what’s left untouched immense.
The reasons for both unknown, the causality for each
equation unfinished on a blackboard.
This flight is hardly god-like though it suggests an
omnipresent point-of-view. I remind myself I am human
regardless of what I see, what I surmise has happened,
what dreams may still come to me. What I need are nights
of deep sleep; this riding the wind is not as easy
as it would seem to be. So often the spirit is broken
when things are clearly seen. So often it is made whole.
-Byron Hoot
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