Is it windy where you are?
Is all of New Mexico about wind?
Is this is our particular manifestation,
I mean of this land and place,
of the unsettled world?
Other have earthquake, flood, tsunami,
endless rains and mud. We have this
push, pull and dance against blue sky.
I laugh as I listen to the koan,
Make the Mountains Dance!
There is nothing I need to do.
Nothing needs doing.
Ponderosa on elegant slender poles.
I heard seventeen poets speak about this.
We have had months to observe, make notes,
still mysterious – its source, its effect.
I’m not unhappy drinking strong chai in my little hut,
window filled with swirl. And my happiness
is relevant to nothing anyway.
Sunlight dapples my comforter.