21 May 2017 – Villanelle

Since childhood you fought hard to understand.
Strain as you do it still passes you by:
this waltz of the wind with an empty can.

The stories he makes are the mark of man.
These alone rise from the dust where he lies –
a waltz of the wind with an empty can.

Your earliest embers the West Wind fanned,
unable to reach to the stars on high.
Since childhood you fought hard to understand,

plodding the circuit so many souls ran,
asking why is it we live and we die –
this waltz of the wind with an empty can?

You were the loner, sans home and sans clan,
no nearer to knowing now night draws nigh.
Since childhood you fought hard to understand,

you’ve never known stillness in any land,
your home is the updraft that let you fly.
Since childhood you fought hard to understand
this waltz of the wind with an empty can.

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