I listen to the wind

I listen to the wind
it has no sound.
I listen to the silence
it has no end
uncontained.
Only the objects the wind meets
butts up against
contain the sound.
Only the senses
organs of perception
restrict what we know.
I listen to the wind
it has no sound.
What am I hearing?
The containers within which
the uncontained rests
fills
dwells.
I listen to the silence
it has no end.

© 11 Jul 16