James Wakelin


When The Rain Falls The Wind Blows - Poem by James Wakelin

Another incoherent display of affection
though dust falls and settles under rhythms of softly falling snow
the delicate ones don't transfer unfortunate ritulistic transformations
The snow though ankle deep now touching my knees
can give off heat to my body as I try to reach surface winds
even though unembarrassed bodies walk around unknown that they carry the weight of the world, crazily upon their shoulders
they just wave and greet me by the time they have caught up
Everything makes sense and everything makes me smile now
Because the tramp came to town and didnt ask for directions
He behaved like a man unaffected and satisfied with his burdened lot
The rain beat upon his shoulders and the wind creased his burly head
yet he showed us the way with his crooked fingers pointing to his heart
as he tells us that his burden is for us and that his heart is light and happy
even though he has nothing in his hands and everything in his heart
And the rain and the wind it drives him on to his next calling point
Hark the tramp in all of us! !
His happiness is real! !


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 5, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 12, 2008


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