What Is.... Poem by Deborah Blackburn

I feel it in the wind,
I feel it in the trees,
I feel it in the memories
floating on a summer breeze.

I hear it on the sea,
I hear it in the air,
I hear it in a distant song
from all sides and everywhere.

I see it in the clouds,
I see it in the light,
I see it on the hillside
forever there but out of sight.

What is this sight I see,
nobody sees but me?
What is this sound I hear,
an ancient cry so near?
What is this thing I feel in the wind,
hiding behind a vaneer?