Wind Chimes

It was

the wind chimes,

you see.

Wind chimes.

My Achilles heel.

I pause

to listen

I pause

to touch

and in that moment

of surrender

I am lost

to beauty

to rivers

of unbearable thought

to sound

soft as a summer breeze

loud as a crack of thunder

in a winter storm

Lost

to the music

of the spheres

gossamer threads

of existence

pulled taut

until I am

a mere echo

of sound on the wind

until I am

the very essence

of wind chimes

on a still,

hot,

summer night

waiting

to sing

25 October 2017

West Sussex, England