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watching the wind

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The wind fills empty air space with movement and sound.  When the wind blows, the void above us suddenly has form and power and dimensionality.  It can lift a kite.  It can steal a balloon.  It can fill the air with dandelion fluff.  It can convince you a seagull lives to soar. 

My favourite way to ‘see’ the wind is to watch clothes drying on a line.  Colourful towels, flowered table cloths, patterned pyjamas, and white cotton underwear. They sway together and lift as the wind catches them.  Surely the whole line will sail away.

 Do you have a clothesline and do you hang out your bedding to dry?

a clothesline in the countryside

  

Hanging out bedding to dry

 ~

by the last acre

of oat field

grown golden in the sun

and wind

~

wet sheets billow

up

up and outward

the long husks of the grainheads

sigh like pebbles

sorted by the sea

~

pillowcases

pegged to a blue horizon

tug at the line

cedar masts are set

firm in the island till

~

quilts and coverlets

spinnaker and mizzen

carry me

over the wind-washed

waves of grain

~

 

Published as: ‘hanging bedding to dry’, Summer 1995, The Amethyst Review 3(2)

 

© Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

August 23, 2011 at 6:48 am

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