A Poem by Guy Traiber

The Strongest Wind

leaves separate from branches
softly, even in the strongest wind
there is a moment of innocence

the leaf bows
the branch nods

and there is a pause
to give blessing before the hug
in which they grew ends

if only we too could
burn out
like that

Guy Traiber was born and raised in the sweltering middle-east and found love in the cold mountains of Europe.  After a decade of travelling extensively throughout India, South-East Asia he is now pitched again on the soil of his youth.  He studies Sociology & Political Science and Chinese Medicine and finds that they all relate.  He would very much appreciate it if you tell him something.  o13m@yahoo.com