Seeing the Wind

Rehoboth Beach Writers Guild 2017 Poem of the Year.

I deny the invisible allegation,
it is highly visible to any that have soulful eyes.
In passing, it flits, flickers, brushes, lights upon all things
moves all things, albeit oft times barely perceptible.
Where are your soulful eyes?

Reclining on the lawn, gazing heavenward
(who really knows if heaven is up and hell is down)
do you not see the swirling of the clouds
the endless roiling, creation and disappearance of vapor.
Do you not believe your soulful eyes?

Reclining on the ocean’s shore, gazing outward
(could it be up is limitless, down is finite)
aren’t the ripples and riffles of the water living proof,
crestfallen foam, tainting the perfect teal.
Are you feeling your soulful eyes?

Reclining on the berm, gazing into the woods
(why is looking outward, gazing and inward, introspection)
oaks, dogwoods, maple and pines, waving gaily.
Would you to prefer to believe in Ents?
Do you distrust your soulful eyes?

Reclining on the lakes shore, gazing at the distant hills
(aren’t you really staring at a void)
shadows of clouds caressing the cliffs,
movement both real and surreal.
Should you thank your soulful eyes?

Seeing the wind is a gift.
(What is the lesson here?)
It is in the mind’s eye.
Clear your minds cataracts and astigmatism,
the blind “see” the wind as it kisses their soulful eyes!

Up, down, limitless, finite
(Look beyond the obvious.)
outward, inward, finding truth
seeing is in the eye of the beholder.
Better to see through soulful eyes.

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