The Wife A man hears the wind in the trees and feels in his mind's eye the sudden suck of mechanical wings the paper rip of broad-leaved things umbrella trees the soft after-rain on conical thatch and the down-draft of a passing god. A man meets a man in war and sees in him his own soul's life so turns on him like feral dogs do when met on some mutual road to bring him to his knees and as his life's love leaves him raises up a brother grateful for his heart. I do not join you in some war Nor am I a brother to you I am your woman and I hear the wind and see God In the Tetons In the lodge-pole pines In the thin air high in the Rockies.
Cheryl L. Higgins's Questions:
Is the subject matter too dramatic?
Does it matter?
Being mid to late 40's, so many potential lovers still are rendered incapable of having a relationship because of their Nam trauma - Do I need to develop that more?
Does this poem scrape the issue or address it in some way?
How awkward does the second stanza appear?