The Windchimes
The windchimes start—
stop—
begin again
with rhythms
repetitions
and rests—
sounds of the Far East
in concert
with a September breeze.
I sit here
listening
thinking
of possible words
for this song
of the gentle wind
feeling calm
release
peace.
But the quiet I hear
says Be still.
Listen.
Enjoy the rhythms
the repetitions
the rests.
Be
for a while
like the windchimes.