Cannons

Am I awake
Or am I cold
When I’m without a fight

Am I a hollow shell
That shielded itself
Am I sound asleep
Or simply a spirit in slumber

I can’t choose to look up
And see with vibrant eyes
I miss my own quiet enlightenments

When will this dulled-out mind
Turn troubled
As it tries to solve
A seamless puzzle

Frostbitten trees
A paralysed bird
The fleeting warmth
Of a silvering sun
I will wait for the wind
I will wait for the wind

The blazing white
A circling track
The colourless vibe
Of an overlit photograph
I will wait for the wind
I will wait for the wind

I will wait for the wind
I will wait for the wind