The Wind

You beat at my door,
But you're never there,
Rattle shingles and windows,
Your the source of nightmares.
You move through curtains,
With whimsical flair.
You climb through attics,
Without using stairs.
You whistle through cracks,
Without a pucker of air.
You can be heard and felt,
But not seen anywhere.

You rustle through treetops,
You tussle and tear,
You can muscle through road stops,
Without paying a fare.
You can stop all the sudden,
Sit quietly unaware.
Then blow quite violently,
Send debris everywhere.
You can blow through a tunnel,
Tip over chairs,
Fed through a funnel,
Disappear in thin air.

You've traveled to far places,
Without going anywhere,
You've spun in great circles,
Pitched buildings here and there,
You can pillage and rumble,
But never show wear.
You've climbed the highest mountains,
Without the slightest of dares,
You've flown high with kites,
While children stood and stared.
You've carried jet planes,
As they flew through the air.

You've billowed in rains,
With hurricane flair,
You've mangled umbrellas,
Shown very little care.
Made mountain sides crumble,
Left deserts bare.
You've caused men to stumble,
Without burdens to bear.
You've carried balloons.
In solemn affairs.
You've wrestled typhoons,
Made Islanders beware.

You've crossed the high seas,
Filled pirate ship sails,
Created great waves,
For surfers to share.
Blown straight in the faces
Of lions, tigers and bears.
Boaters adore you
With sails drawn in pairs,
Women don't trust you,
Lifting skirts in the air,
Men try to avoid you,
Blowing toupees, hats and hair.

Some have described you as God's Holy breath.
An inescapable source of truth, life and death,
A formidable gust that blows righteousness and sin.
An unbreakable force known as The Wind.


Copyright © August 2009
Kevin Mooney

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