He was talking to me but…
I didn’t understand.

I think it was the wind
the “He” I am referring to.
telepathic, soft yet fierce.
a knowing — simple yet disturbing.
I knew my partner would die, I just didn’t understand.
Cancer took him dragging, screaming, horror.
Being a doctor I thought it would be different for him.
It was not. It was not different. Death was horror.
I had woken up with my partner at my side one evening,
and I just knew.
I think it was the wind
the “He” I am referring to.
telepathic, soft yet fierce.
a knowing — simple yet disturbing.
The diagnosis came much later,
it was a surprise. 18 months they said.
It was 22 months and 2 days, 10 hours- 7.5 minutes,
but who’s counting.
The wind breathes through me sometimes,
telepathic, soft yet fierce.
My life is different now. Four years later,
I moved to a home on another mountain.
High in the trees.
A very simple existence.
I can breathe here, it is very quiet.
My soul screams with release and peace now,
even as I process my life, mistakes, and joys.
I look much younger than my physical being
and am surely much older in my soul.
Lately, I am thinking it is difficult to process the wind alone.
So, I take it one moment at a time and listen.
I cannot listen too hard though
because then it will not come.
The Knowing I mean. The “He”.
I have to be quiet in my heart to feel the next step.
It is an anxious/ somewhat annoying space.
The Waiting. What is Next? Is there more I am to do?
I await the wind.
It is the “He” I am referring to.
telepathic, soft yet fierce.
a knowing — simple yet hopeful.
I wish you peace, love, and all that hippie shit. ( It is good to have an edge)
If you choose to you may — Buy me a coffee?






