THE WIND IN COSTUME by J.L. Forbes
What if the wind weren’t a phantom?
Befitting its gusts and breezes
Suiting up before its salutation
Greeting us gently in slight formation of butterfly wings
Or abruptly like batwing twitches
Twirling toward town as a ballerina dancer
A parting stage curtain preceding winter rain
Jellyfish skirts brushing the leaves of autumn tree branches
What a sight the breeze would be
If she were the feather of God’s pen
Brushing past the sky
In cosmic calligraphy
Dressing for each blustery occasion
In the garment of dragon scales
Or the shadowy cloak of a beastly tail
If each fabric of wind reflected its temperament
Which shifty seraph impregnates sails?
Who is the playful cherub carrying my kite?
Or the mistress behind a summer wind kiss?
Whose haphazard broom sweeps past this city early in spring?
This invisible passerby
The unclothed zephyr
Forceful, considerate, impulsive, tranquil
Carries me deep into imagination