Today the Wind Blew

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Little Wind

Little, wind blow on the hill top;
Little wind, blow down the plain;
Little wind, blow up the sunshine;
Little wind, blow off the rain.
-Kate Greenaway

Wind on the Hill

No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
-Anon

Western wind, when will thou blow,
The small rain down can rain?
Christ! If my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again!
-Anon

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
-Shakespeare

Wind. I repeat
(to myself, for there is no other),
I am wind.
I am the air itself,
and belong only
to movement.
For I am Eternal.
I am the cleaner of souls.
Worship me!
I bring Rain,
Sun,
Hurricane.
I would refresh you with a breeze,
or steal the warmth from your bones.
I bring both hardship
and relief.
For I am Eternal.
I am Wind.
-Anon


Today the winds raged across the state.
My stockade fence, already broken loose from previous assaults,
waved at me in large "S"s all day and into the night.
It still stands, a testament to either miracles or durability.
With the winds came the rain and harsh bone chilling cold.

How is it poets never write about the pain?
The violence? The unending assault upon the body?
The long low moan ripping at the soul?
Today the wind danced across the sky like a storm trouper in combat boots.
Kicking and flailing as it went.
A vast expanse of parking lot became a combat zone.

The wind, with it's coyote howl, may sing all night.
The music of the spheres, perhaps.
How do you sleep with such a lonely concert blaring just beyond the rattle of your bedroom window?