A Will Unknown to Him

Look out towards the self

wind eroded needles of desire

and out to narrow canyon’s cut

by raging rivers of anger

jumps the summer sun

once more through these windows

captured

by the solid frames

while breezes sent from

storms roaming the plains

and a will unknown to him

brought this man

who through the opening of compassion

and through eyes looked out

saw surrender

gently lifted in chaotic time

by the wind a light draped sun

bleached cotton swath.