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I wrote a poem recently using the human act of naming as a metaphor to describe human behavior

Naming the Wind

Name the wind on your face, it becomes part of you.

Even the distant revving of a motorcycle engine whizzing by worms through your consciousness.

Name the wind, name the sound

Your body possessed.

Your mind obsessed.

The sound vibrates in the ear,

And circles through your brain

a relentlessly refrain.

Suddenly an image becomes attached,

And a story imagined of the rider’s destiny.

All is noise.

Naming,

a heavy chain of possibilities,

Endless scenarios spun

Anchors down your reality.

So human to take charge;

Assign work, corral circumstance,

Even with the most innocent of incidents

Arranged for personal understanding.

Forces of nature and culture impose

on solitude infinite distractions,

Muddy mind’s eye,

Call for possible solutions

Insist on resolution,

Beyond ability and surpassing intentions.

Continuously these storms stir habitat and circumstance,

Disturb stillness time after time

Anxious to control,

To impose our will,

To swing secure with the wind at your back.

Forget what binds

Learn to let go

Or fail to revel in the present flow.

The best prayer of the human soul.

A worthy contemplation —

this blessed moment.

THH

7/20/23

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