This Wind...

This Wind

by Bruce MocKosher

This wind is not my friend

Howling, Blowing, Violently

Beating the blustered landscape.

Held Captive for days

In this canvas igloo

Fearful of venturing outside.

Will I be swept away

with the dust & debris ?

Will the wind pick me up

& carry me away

Over the ridge

never again to be seen ?

Can I compromise

the balance of my locomotion,

Stand on my hind legs, like a man, &

Walk out into this crossfire of mayhem ?

No...

I hate the wind

It is my foe

and not my friend !

12/20/2011