Raymond Carver - Wind

FOR RICHARD FORD

 

Water perfectly calm. Perfectly amazing.

Flocks of birds moving

restlessly. Mystery enough in that, God knows.

 

You ask if I have the time. I do.

Time to go in. Fish not biting

anyway. Nothing doing anywhere.

 

When, a mile away, we see wind

moving across the water. Sit quiet and

watch it come. Nothing to worry about.

 

Just wind. Not so strong. Though strong enough.

You say, “Look at that!”

And we hold on to the gunwales as it passes.

 

I feel it fan my face and ears. Fee...