Analysis of Another's Wind To Blow

Walking around a
Mythical town
That doesn’t exist,
And looking for what
I would never find,
I trod those same streets
That I had been down
In my dreams before,
The sky barren,
Except for the sound
Of the exodus
Of wings,
Hovering over people
All moving away,
The backs of their heads
The only thing visible
As they marched off
Into the dark
With faces and eyes
Mortgaged ---

To pay for all the things
        that they would never do

The terms of that indecision
        written in the blood of repetition

The movement of the hawk,
        --- another’s wind to blow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)