Poem It's Just the Wind

The tears you see are just the wind.

It's Just the Wind If you should see tears in my eyes, it’s just the wind Not thinking about the things we might have done, or might yet do if you were here It’s just the wind Walking through the parks in my part of the world and thinking about how many times we walked and talked But it’s a little blurry now you see It’s just the wind Took a trip not too long ago, across big country, wandering Looked back over my shoulder to a ribbon-road and had to stop when I looked ahead It’s just the wind Get caught like everyone who looks too deep in forests or high in trees, and need to kneel to catch my breath Run my fingers over mosses, see perfection, and it swims before my eyes It’s just the wind Lie on my back and watch the stars Who hasn’t done that, such a common thing and then I see it all come clear Looking out to things I’ll never know, that slow my heart and slow my breath and for a moment, I am perfect too It stops the wind

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.