You send light, clouds
and a mighty howling wind
through my valley
you don’t hear me, heed me
or even want or need me
it rains and snows
on the same day here
counting beats between thunder
tracking colors of sunrise
hearing the stream’s swift current
I am tossed about
on a sea of cushions
blinking and squinting
through wind and fading light
you remind me of epic stories,
and secret hurts, the best which
make me crave the quiet after
you prevail, unforgotten
often unnamed
The Word Rummager 
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