Blowing
In the wind.
It’s come to pass and happened,
Blowing in the wind,
A force never imagined,
Some lights were even dimmed.
Trees upon the power lines,
A fractious factor too,
It grounded a few airlines,
And flew out of the blue.
Safe inside and cosy,
Engaged in conversation,
Now, the world looks rosy,
Here for the duration.
We talk about the why and how,
The reason we are here,
Here, and living in the now,
Strong, and without fear.
Pieces of the past present,
Like a tapestry,
Why we’re here and where we went,
And parts of chemistry.
That bonds us together,
The whims and things we want,
And about the weather,
At the restaurant.
And outside the wind blows,
The wild westerlies,
And everybody knows,
We don’t know our destinies.
So, it’s blowing in the wind,
As Bob Dylan wrote,
Just the surface we have skimmed,
As we try to stay afloat.
©
David Rudder
2024
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