another crosswind blows through his life,

this time an honest impact from her modest breath

refreshing his angel within,

cooling his singed hair,

awakening his sperm,

reviving transformations

without encountering

doubt,

fear,

disbelief.

this crosswind challenges his tenuous path

coated by the strength of empathy.

this time a wind redirects his energies

back to the core of his revolution,

teaching him about courage,

demonstrating a certain surrender flowing unabatedly

simply reminding him of his misplaced smile,

despite the desolation storms swirling outside his eyes.

Maine, 1984