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A Great Wind Came Rushing
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A great wind came rushing
and I said to the wind
“Bitter wind, stop before you carry me off.”
A great wind came rushing
and pulled me into the sky,
I travelled past wheat-fields
sailed under its furious reign.
I was broken into many pieces,
hit what the wind could not pass through
half-crazed with resistance
I fell to the ground
into worm-holes and the open mouths of laughing children.
I sunk into soil and dreamt of sprouting.
And the wind said to me,
“Do not perish with fright in these strange places,
close your eyes and wait for spring.”
Spring came,
I cracked and grew flesh
then like a vine I crawled out of that dark ground
and found the sun
soothed by heat and rain
I praised the earth with untainted joy
And I said to the earth,
“Sweet earth, allow me to walk.”
Gradually my limbs found movement
lips formed, eyes appeared, blue and wide
and I ran from land to land
celebrating life with each step.
I wore no clothes, carried no yard stick
found equal peace, equal rapture
with every new encounter.
A great wind came rushing
and I said to the wind
“Powerful wind, come carry me off
for I am still young and can bear the storm.”
Weightless with excitement
I joined its intense ride
gathered at the centre
halfdead with stillness
I gave myself up
lost the beating of my pulse, lost momentum
sunk low into my depths, immune to singing
And the voice said to me
“Do not despair with sorrow in this vacant hollow,
open your eyes and wait for love.”
Love came,
I expanded and felt communion
Like a clam I crept out of my isolation
and shone my pearl
Like a clam I closed back my shell
and hid in the safety of darkness.
And I said to my love,
“I am as incapable of loving as much as
everyone else is.” And my lover said back to me,
“So am I.”
A great wind came rushing
And I said to the wind,
“Great wind, be still
It is time now to learn.”
The great wind ceased.
My love and I walk hand in hand
on an unknown mission, swept away,
carried by each other, alone.
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Copyright © 1989 by Allison Grayhurst
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Before the Dawn was published in 1989 by The Plowman, written by Allison Grayhurst under the pseudonym of Jocelyn Kain.
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Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” May 2018
http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2018/05/a-great-wind-came-rushing.html
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First published in “The Plowman: A Journal of International Poetry” 1989
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You can listen to this poem by clicking below:
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