Haley Hodge

What the Wind Knows

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It’s said tobacco is the bringer of knowledge,
so I’ll sit here smoking between planets
till something only known to the wind
comes my way.

The moon is full. She’s eaten all the stars
and is heavy and dripping of silver
while the horizon still bleeds.

I wait on the wind, but the wind says nothing.
I stare at the sky, but the sky stays silent.
There is no stillness in this quiet dusk;
only darkness roosts in these trees.

All light has gone underground, taken root
in earth till spring.
Settle in, wind says. Wait, sky says.
The morning takes time.

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Haley Hodge is a poet originally from the Blue Ridge Mountain region who now calls the Seacoast of New Hampshire home. Haley is the art editor for Barnstorm Journal, a literary journal housed by the University of New Hampshire’s MFA program.