"The winter wind whirls round'

For Ale

The winter wind whirls round
Telling me of the things that make me unbound
I do not know how it is I now here stand
I do not know by which hand or brand
I was wrought by the magic of aeons
The billion-year processes that I am built on
Dust is my blood and atoms my breath
For but a minute I exist, and a minute to my death
As I watch the stars drift and align
And all the distant worlds collide
I know nothing but what this wind tells me
And the secrets my stars have gifted me

M.M.