A study in wind, daybook

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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.