Inspired by a Kate Bush CD

Ms. Haiku

When you played your music I placed my hands
on the ground feeling for an answer. When
you played your music I ran against wind
that seized the leaves on lower branches. When
your fingers moved they illumined the town
until thick clouds incarcerated it.

When it was time for your release, and you
did not return, I hid behind the trees
sheltered beneath a watchful canopy.
At dawn's first light I climbed covered in rain.
I climbed to touch the wind this one last time.
I climbed to feel it's vortex, feel it's grace.
I tasted the rain soaked in bark. I stuck
my tongue out and tasted new pools of salt.



I posted this on another site, and I'm not sure if I am able to say where that site is located. However, if you've seen it already, my apologies. I was listening to Kate Bush's Hounds of Love.