Sunday, April 17, 2011
Poem: Wind Shift
....and just like that, the wind changes,
the clouds are blown in or out,
the thunder cracks the night,
and everything is different,
for better, for worse,
but changed forever,
and in that moment we dance for joy
or curse the gods,
not realizing that what we see now,
that change of wind,
rarely brings the weather we think we see,
Last night, my love and I were talking about changes in me and in my writing since I have moved to Vermont, and she asked me why I thought they had come about. As I thought, there were several reasons, but at the same time, I got to thinking about how often life brings change, and in the moment it happens, we are thinking it will end one way, when instead, over time, we find God has something entirely different in mind. And from those thoughts, this poem.
The picture was taken just outside Troy, NY. It has nothing to do with anything, but you can click on it to see a larger version.