Rhythm of the Wind

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Another group of travelers on the tundra lodge on our same trip contributed to this poem, with our guide, Annie, providing the glue to tie it all together. Beautiful!

 

The Rhythm of the wind

Wind jostles me insignificant

If I was lighter I’d blow away

Like the fox earlier today.

You can see the wind.

If I was lighter I’d blow away

Let this feeling of desolation take me

You can see the wind

Pierce the emptiness.

Let this feeling of desolation take me

Down the tracks

Pierce the emptiness

A tourist, as in one that takes a journey.

Down the tracks

Where the plants, trees, rocks endure

A tourist, as in one that takes a journey

Invigorated and alive.

Where the plants, trees, rocks endure

The whirling dervish spins

Invigorated and alive

Ghost like wind you can actually see.

The whirling dervish spins

And I see distance in a new way in this

Ghost like wind you can actually see.

We are the visitors here.

I see distance in a new way

Cleansing, sterile maybe

We are the visitors here,

As in one who has made a journey.

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