Watching the wind,

by jesse Loren | sunday may 27, 2012

The yard sounds like the ocean today. Waves and waves of fluttering leaves roar like the ocean tides. One wave after the other swings the catalpa tree due south, then south again. Few birds are out. And the ground is clear of all leaves. A honeybee buzzes onto a rose. A bumblebee helicopters over to the trumpet vine. The wind blows the other way whipping the oaks, the catalpa and the eucalyptus. The catalpa branches bend almost 45 degrees, like respectful guests in a foreign land.

I am in the kitchen. It is tidy, save for the boxes from the failed installation of roll-out cabinet drawers. This is the time of year I try to organize my nest. My mother is on the couch recuperating after eye surgery.

I am watching the wind, an unseen force, like time, bends the living, without malice, just blowing through and again in waves.

My mother asks me where she is. She has only taken eye drops...Read More