VOLUME 025 / SPRING 2022
Words and photo by Ben Giese
the winds of change are eternal
as mountains rise
and fall back into the sea
with the tides of time
strangers, visitors, passengers
for a moment under the sun
until the wind blows
to make room for something new
the caterpillar must die
so the butterfly can spread its wings
and drift off into new dreams
vibrant, rare and beautiful
a new flame
a summer bloom
the next great horizon
and the wind will blow
