Poetry by Michael Galileo

How Can You See The Wind?


ow can you see the Wind?
How do you know that it's there?
How can you see this disturbance
that's pushing around all the air?

How do you know that it's something?
How can you tell that it is?
If you can't even see it or taste it
or smell it for certain, what gives?

How can we take something
that we can't see is there,
and use it to help us
fly around in the air?

It's not magic you see,
it's not hard to tell,
but the Wind by itself
has no certain smell!

For that would be boring
and no fun at all-
if the Wind of the Spring
was just like the Fall.

So rather than smell like
only one smell,
the Winds different scents
all have stories to tell.

And if we listen real hard
and we watch really well,
the Wind tells us most things
worth trying to tell.

It tells us that Wind
by itself can't be seen,
because it exists
in the space in between

the things that we see
and the things that we know.
It's what moves them and shakes them,
or makes them go slow.

Or speeds them right up
as fast as fast goes
(that's good if you’re happy
with the direction you chose!)

But if you'd like the Wind
to work right for you,
then look for it always
in the things that you do.

'Cause the Wind, it can help you
along as you go,
or it can push you and pull you
if you don't let it show

you the way that you
really, really should go.
If you want things to work out,
you must know the flow.

Look for the way
that the Wind moves around,
by looking straight up
at the clouds from the ground.

Or look at the trees
and the way that they bend,
and know that that shows you
the best way to send

your kite in the sky
for the best kind of flight,
or if it's best to take shelter
on a dark stormy night.

There's lot's it can show you,
there's lot's you can tell
like, which way's the pizza?
(You can tell by the smell!)

And it's funny how something
that you can't even see
can help start the life
of a great big old tree.

And it never gets seen,
it would never be known
if not for the way that things act
when they're blown.

Like the way that the waves
slap on to the shore,
and the way that the seagulls
gracefully soar.

Or the way that it whistles
as it blows through the trees,
or touches your face,
or tickles your knees.

It's always around you,
sometimes it's just still.
But don't let that fool you.
(Tho I'll bet that it will!)

When you know what to look for
it's easy to see,
that it's all around you
and it's all around me.

And sometimes it's movin'
and sometimes it's not,
but each little movement
can show us what's what.

So pay careful attention
to the leaves on the trees,
and the birds in the sky,
and the hair on your knees.

And watch what they show you
with their movement and sway,
and you'll see the Wind
in the nighttime or day.


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