It walks the shore, if walking can describe
what the wind does to a body made of poly-
vinyl parts. It is intricate as a fossil assembly
holding court in the atrium of a museum
of natural history. Yet there are beings
whose forms we can't articulate,
because their bones washed away
or were entombed in glacial mud.
The wind is a bellows, the wind is a sail.
It fills the hollows of a body and spreads
an energy like life along each tensile node.
I know at least three people who have had
either hip or knee replacement surgery.
They talk about taking walks through
the neighborhood again, or even dancing.