By Katherine Gale

 

The wind catches your ear

Before it catches your eye

It leads you to feel

Then passes you by

 

Senses overcome

Thoughts interrupted

Bracing your mind

For emotions erupted

 

Not a wind chaser

Never will I be

So easy to get caught

In familiarity

 

A sense of belonging

The moment it arrives

Until I recall

It only passes by

 

With no hold

No ground

No structure

Just sound

 

A song that’s tickled my ear

Played with my hair

Danced through my mind

Not found everywhere

 

Sometimes it yields

Unpredictable gusts

They tear through my core

Stability busts

 

Broken branches and leaves

Scattered about

Damages done

Til the gusts settle out

 

Silence ensues

Absence with tension

Stillness in pain

Heart in suspension

 

No concern

No care

Just empty

Just air

 

I pull out the shrapnel

It falls on the ground

Attempt to ignore

How heavy its sound

 

Under the pain

Lie thoughts of the breeze

How kind it once was

As it danced with the leaves

 

When it carried the birds

And spread their sweet songs

Held them up high

Didn’t last very long

 

The breeze and the gust

Are one and the same

A selfish, one-way wind

That deflects any blame

 

It sings into my ear

The song of fear and hurt

It never hears itself

That’s not how this wind works

 

I’ve heard it before

And I must walk away

For I know in my heart

I don’t want it to stay.

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