I feel the winds of change dip
and miss their wizened whipping
miss the stagger in my walk
Beaufort’s notice now absent.
The leaves fall without cushion
hit ground that doesn’t differ
and lose themselves
under slackened feet
bounces its impudence off walls
bounces its impotence off shut doors,
peals off unseen ceilings.
Land cut off from sky.
Voice cut off from limitless possibility.
All of a sudden change means something old
something saddened by an about turn in time
to a month before the showers that bring flowers
those symbols of peace
to the hair of people that believed we could
and has set trends
for the comb-overs to come over
all brash and branded
to say we cannot.
I feel tongue thickened in mouth
like words’ power has forgotten its cause
because a louder voice,
one no one heard grow
is talking over my monologue
is wagging its finger
is telling me things I know like I don’t
has been joined in choral strength
by those with unlined soles
and closed off souls
to silence those of us who loved that wind
and died when it was blown out.