Advent: Listening to the wind

Look at what I did,

not at why I did it.

I may not know why,

and the reason why

is unimportant, a single note

(a G? a C? I can’t hear it)

in a wind storm. No one

bothers to ask why, didn’t

you know?

Now I can’t recall

what I did. It seemed

to matter at the time

but no longer. All

that’s left is to climb

the trail to the top,

and consider the vista

set before me, purposely

set before me, to provide

the silence so I can hear

the symphony in the wind.

Photograph by Consuelo Suarez via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.