No Name

Don’t name a stone,  

Or the stream it lays by.

Even the trees are orphans.

This sensing, feeling thing

Comes waltzing in.

Carrying price tags,

Authentication labels.

Do I claim the waltz as my dance?

Its only a tune I

Can’t get out of my mind.

Let the chords ring themselves out.

When upset comes.

Don’t try to clean house.

The dust will only settle into cracks

And make you cough later.

When a strong wind brings

A troop of wild dancers to your town

And their relatives too,

Don’t try to run them out.

Sit with them, let them swirl.

They are only ghosts from the past.

Strings of DNA sliding across

Your field, into view

Invited, but not asked to stay.

Begrudged, and loved.

Dance, if you feel like it.

If it troubles you, let it go.

Shortly,
If you feel generous,

Let them pass on,

without paying a toll.