Perched As I Am

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.