Sunday, December 31, 2006

when was it that hearing the wind began to frighten me?
as a child, i relished it’s strength, loved listening to where it had been

now it speaks to me in different languages
in its unstoppable force, i hear my mortality,
in its battering of the roof top and shaking of the windows, i hear my fears

perhaps i need to go out, to leave my pretend shelter of wood and glass
and meet it in its environment,
and introduce myself to it again...

1 comment:

puhpaul said...

Boy have we ever been getting some fierce winds lately. It must be pretty bad when I wake up to the wind at 4 in the morning with my house twisting in the wind.

paul