Wind Intervals
In a space under trees I can hear the wind that is not here
like a can kicked across the street by a boy still coming
or as if the act of the boy shaping his mouth to shout
made a sound before the sound of the shout
What is the word that I hear before the trees
above me shake and give the wind a momentary word
What is the sound of a loosening of leaves
like forgetting hands just before they drop
to our sides? The interval of apprehension.
The time we are alive. The boy stepping up the curb.
Translations from the English 
A lovely magic trick! As I told Bob O. once, “Do it again! I want to see how it’s done!”
Ron
Thanks Ron! This one snuck up on me over two or three days. Rather than revise, I rewrote it over and over until it felt right. The boy part came in entirely on his own on the last night.
Ah, Jeff – the befores and afters, the betweens, the unsaid. Reminds me a bit of Stevens, but mostly of, well, you. The quintessential Schwaner, each couplet resounds (but quietly, stealthily)!
Thank you Robert! I’ll take that Stevens reference any day; the Schwaner reference was pretty accurate, too, I should add. Entirely off-topic, be prepared for a guest appearance by Five White Cat in the near future…
Looking forward to seeing my old friend!
This is what I want to hear in any space and time. Schwaner sounds.
Most people would probably prefer that sound before the Schwaner sound…
My heart stopped. Love this. You do such a good job with these tiny observations that open up the world.
Thank you. I do not know where I would be without those observations myself.
Your wizard promotion is hereby granted. Great poem!
Thank you, sir.