The Right And Left Channels Of The Wind
I sat on the back porch and listened. My right ear heard the call first. Those big monstrous trees scooped up the wind and tossed it through its limbs. Clamorous, rushing…deep tones of sound rustled through those leafy notes, mysterious.
Much further away, the trees on the hill sang a song and I heard it in my left ear. It wasn’t a whisper, nor an answer, just a buoy of sound that lifted me up and held me there, much like a mother’s kiss.
I rocked back and forth, as the trees sang their song, sometimes in unison, sometimes in rhyme, but always in harmony. No one would write it down. No one could. It was merely a reckoning, a hush of understanding.
Our lives are written in the wind.