Poem: In The Wind

You,
who are beyond
all names,
all my life
I have sought you in various guises,
attempted to wrestle
and pin you down,
and yet,
here I am, no nearer.

Perhaps you are discovered,
not in the finding,
but in the search itself.

Perhaps you are coming to me,
even now,
on this bench by the trail,
this April afternoon,
in the wind that stirs
the new budding trees.