
Winds have a wondrous way
Of nudging us toward adventure
Warm wind stroking, teasing
Promising a life of ease and luxury
Cool wind puffing us up
Encouraging ambition
Whispering: This way, let me push you
Toward your destiny
Aggressive wind, mixed messages
Producing anger
Or even lust for
All of life’s offerings
Extracting life-giving moisture
Burning a face fever-red.
But escalating wind
Remains most menacing of all
Tornado wind
Hurricane wind
Strength through invisibility
Raising neck hairs making us
Preternaturally aware of danger
From an ancient, barely-used
Segment of our brain
Choose flight
Because fight is impossible!
Run from the wind
Run and do not stop
Run like a pack animal
Fearing aloneness
Moving through luckless landscapes
To escape chaos
And reunite with order.
Winds occasionally have a wickedness
We unfortunately witness…
© 2015 ViataMaja, Poezija
(Image: my back yard during Hurricane Jeanne 2004)