It recedes, diminishes and returns on the back of a storm,
sound coming from nowhere or out of itself,
wind blowing past your ears.
You are surprised, not so much by the volume
as the distance it carries,
even when the wind turns against your face.
When it comes close enough you surround it with your body,
the sound is familiar, though you are hearing it for the first time.
This sound becomes birdsong, an infant’s cry, your voice,
full of purpose and mystery
it changes you forever.