Perched as I am
on solid ground;
I am watching the
wind marshal her
forces and gather
her friends.
First, dust clouds.
Then, leaves. And,
let us not forget
pink petals. All
going around and
up before the falling
down of each piece
of their whole.
Again, a whirl
picks up over there
and settles over
here, without so
much as a nod
to understanding why.
I feel the random
nature of these
flurries of motion
deep in my days.
Unsure if chaos
is meant to be
the way on. Or,
if I am to keep
searching for a respite
and having to pull
the pieces of my me
back together for
a time - settled.
Perched as I am
on solid ground;
I am watching the
wind marshal her
forces and gather
her friends.