Wind blows through the house
and the sound of wind chimes
tugs like summer
against my chest

Curtains blow
in small internal rooms,
in the balmy floaty
half-buoyant drift
of plum blossom petals
and possibilities

A day away, connected
to this wind, there may be rain
but nobody’s talking about that
in this perfectly presented
present of present presence —
this just-right day.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 12, 2015