R.M. Dolin, June 29, 2024
God talks to me through wind
though she's far less likely to be direct.
It doesn't much matter,
not when the demarcation continues
to be where I was,
measured against the way
I'm no longer going.
Her touch gently breathes through aspen
like laudable lullabies calmly whispering
it's enough for now,
while certainly not forever.
That's the thing about God
talking through wind,
it's never enough
or forever.
Background poem for the yet to be started novel, “An Unsustainable Life.” Issac takes a tentative, though still unconscious, step toward realizing his need to pursue a more meaningful existence.
