And the winds came

And the winds came.
First in whispers.
Then, in long hollow shouts
that moved much faster than sound.

And the winds came.
Buried in darkness.
Whipped out of hiding by swift currents,
twisting the tunnel’s deep secrets.

And the winds came.
Sweeping avalanches of thought
onto the heart's bare branches:
leaves tangled in a storm of invisible waves.

The earth was breathing.
Come back to life and seeking
her killers. Snaking into lonely back streets,
tasting the sleep of the homeless wishes.

The winds moved each infinitesimal atom of air,
shaping it anew.