We’ve got the freight train winds tonight, as we call them on this side of the mountain. Roaring— a storm-front moving through and I am convinced an eighty-foot pine will become air borne and sail at last. The old stone cairns deep in the woods blow hollow. It is double dangerous to stand in the open doorway smoking a cigarette while lawn furniture goes whistling by. Pressing my body from behind I feel a subtle breeze, a ghost. With the wind an equal opposite force, I am immobile. This ghost is not cold, the wind is not biting, I am not sure what either wants. This wind is strong enough to take the ghost away and deposit it down the valley somewhere unless it snags on a tree. Ghosts are not immune to nature’s forces, they shiver in the cold grow misty in the heat and must seek shelter from the tempest. Close the door. /////////////
Guy Reed is the author of Second Innocence (Luchador Press, 2020), The Effort To Hold Light (Finishing Line Press), and co-author, with Cheryl A. Rice, of Until The Words Came (Post Traumatic Press). He’s published in journals, anthologies and contributed two poems, performing one, in a featured role for the film, I Dream Too Much. A Minnesota native, Guy has lived in the Catskill Mountains for the past twenty-five years.