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Before You or I

A Poem by Timothy Esser
 

I blew,

After the sun, moon and stars,

When the earth was barren and dead,

Before the first thought,

I moved mountains of sand.

For eons I have sculpted the shoreline,

I move the beaches, soften the rocks.

Now you may yet find me,

Look in the forest for the creaking sway of trees,

The swish-swishing waves of a golden field.

If you listen you might hear me,

Pleasure present in a tittering laugh, as I pull a kite up and up,

Moaning cries of sorrow as a rip houses board from board.

I am uncontrollable, no single power may hold me.

I am usable; unknowingly I power the world with my soft strength.

I grow, I move, I change, this way and that way,

I am not but a gust of wind.

Timothy M Esser, Age 17, Contact: timesser@gmail.com
Copyright 2006 Timothy M Esser.

Posted 06/27/06
 

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