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