Wind

Wind

Oh you wicked wind.

You come charging past my door.

All the birds have flown away.

I am left standing here with only my resolve.

Your electrical charge is in the sky.

And oh you are mighty.

I could not fight you if I tried.

Trying to ground myself is simply the only way I can find to stand.

I Plant my feet as firmly as I can while I let your motion sway me with its force.

From side to side I sway, vulnerable and raw from your current.

I hear your voice 1000 miles away like a train blowing through town.

Tell me why you have come to visit?

The branches of my trees are shuttering, shaking, and bending.

Tell me what creation you will make of me when this is over?

The scent of your dawning and moving in my direction brings to me a renewal, a cleansing, a rebirth.

Let me stand firm yet fluid in your tempest that I might have a sacrifice worthy to lay at your alter.

What would the wind love?

Let me be that muse.

Your ocean, your trees, the sands that you blow across…but be unfamiliar, unlike any visit you've known before.

Come to me gentle breeze and drape yourself in my world.

I cannot see you, I cannot own you or even touch your very essence.

But, I can rest in your presence knowing that I am your true North.