Brenda Najimian Magarity: Zephyr

Sweet Mother,
you carry with you
the smell of mint leaves
in summer.

You are the mediator
between the grief
of darkness
and the utter calm
of daybreak.

You betray no one but
yourself
when you change
direction.

Gentle breeze,
only you could
untie the knotted
shoelaces of
childhood error.

Only we
can worship
the wind
for its manifest mystery.

Brenda Najimian Magarity ©1978

This poem was published in Citybender, 1978, California Victory, 1994, and Armenian Town, 2001. It appears here courtesy of the author.