Easter Wind

I like the way the wind moves among flowers

swaying to music I cannot hear…

shrubs bending softly or fluttering 

when the western sea breathes softly 

giving life to things that cannot dance alone.

There’s no hint of death in the gentle shudder

of the eucalyptus in our back yard today

as it courts and catches soft breezes,

but I know enough of storms to be on my guard a little

even in San Diego on this Easter Sunday morning.