In The Wind... Poem by D. Harris

helpless in the attic
when I found you
covered in the dust of your age
and the bile of your youth
your eyes were lying
in the box your father put you in //
may i ask you? mother,
do you know where to begin?
I think:
it is always the most difficult part
- to begin and to end -
i should think so anyway...
we men are boys
brought into the world by screams
and ushered out by tears, , ,
yes, it is always the most difficult
- to begin and to end,
without so much as a whisper
of an answer - - -
do you know? mother,
i think it is in the wind
- where we find ourselves -
that is where his whisper hides //
his scent of an answer's shadow,
hidden on the back of the wind //
i tell you, Maria, , ,
I am the Anxious One:
don't you hear my voice! (?)
i tell you, Maria, , ,
I am the Anxious One:
and if you are the Dreamer,
i am what you dream,
but I want to wake