Asian Winds
darkness of a winter night
i listen to the turbulent atmosphere
gusting across the open plains of Ohio
whispering east from Asia to America
i imagine hearing the soft footsteps
of my great grandfather laughing
walking in the snows of Hokkaido
i don't remember the reasons
they are deep in my soul, my heart
my heart, my heart, that beats
warm blood through my body
beating in my gut like a taiko drum
spinning the accidental universe
i feel the wind whirling
cold against my face
a frozen shell for molten memories
flowing from a time turned sideways
when tenuous connections are firm
when brilliant beauty moves the earth
when the winter wind can be seen