I wish
to be 
the wind
silent and 
always moving 
invisible yet
always touching 
there but
then not 
a curiosity 
and wonderment 

It tinkles 
and twinkles
and finally 
it roars
like rain
or hail
or spring 
to creek
to brook
to river 
and sea
love starts
then finds
and finally 
it disappears 
in the 
cistern heart

Most things 
I imagine 
I imagine 
really are
that aren’t 

monsters hiding 
fears halting
all sorts
of hesitations 
and hiccups 

a slew
and slaw
of could’ve 
would’ve should’ve 
zesty bitters 

pungent hopes
turned into 
hops ending 
in some 
bubbly brew

As I peel
and then toss
the closer I 
get to somewhere 
heretofore untouched and 
unfamiliar a place 
maybe even thing
that before was
and now is 
the shedding of
the shredding of
what was past
exposes me too
as I had 
been long ago