I longed to measure the wind because the wind
told me, no, and I heard a song in that,
and in the fields the small-haired violins
I feared, because I was so small to start.
I longed to measure up, because I always
start in light of what the wind would ask:
to be at once the measure and the many
blown through, reincarnated as music.
One hand cut me loose, and then it cut me,
because I was careless and looked high
for winds I lost in those I long to breathe.
I longed to measure the wind because I
knew myself as elsewhere, as wind that follows
no one beginning, no end, or none I know.
BRUCE BOND is the author of sixteen books, including, most recently, Immanent Distance: Poetry and the Metaphysics of the Near at Hand; For the Lost Cathedral; The Other Sky; Black Anthem; and Gold Bee. Three of his books are forthcoming: Blackout Starlight: New and Selected Poems 1997-2015; Sacrum; and Dear Reader. He is Regents Professor at University of North Texas.