ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
BLOWING IN
trees shaking their heads in the wind
cornfields sprouting blackbirds
from the grain they hold at their sides
all day I have been opening and closing
the words I set next to my name
I am one of the students of flight and rest
after I flew after I came to rest
I said the lessons over and over
there is more than one idea of the world
but only one train of thought it follows
what makes it shake so?
its breath never stops moving
my breath is used up in a name
and then there is more of it
blowing in from someone else