WIND
I am
obsessed with the wind
Of all
natures children
Of all
natures gods
It is the
wind that awes me most
I can view
the sunrise and sunset
And feel the sun's warmth on my skin,
I can appreciate
the eerie light of a full moon
reflected by a snowbound world,
I can see
and hear the tumbling water of a stream
And
experience the pleasant serenity of a lake.
But it is the wind
I can
welcome the soft touch of a snowflake
as it kisses my face,
And shiver
as the rain soaks my clothes
and chills my frame,
I can hear thunder
and startle at the streak of lightning ripping the sky.
But it is the wind that speaks to me.
I have bask at the fire that brings
contentment
and warmth to my home.
And choked
as my lungs fill with smoke
as the forest burned away.
I have
driven on the ice
on the Kuskokwim River,
But it is the wind
I have seen
the northern light
blaze in the twenty-four hour night,
I have felt
the penetrating chill
of the cold at fifty below,
But it is
the wind
the wind I remember most
Huddled
in my bed in a tiny log cabin
In the
darkness of the never ending Arctic night
While the wind
outside, unrelenting, warned me
‘You do not
belong here. This is my world. I rule here.
Hear me and quake.”
It is the
wind
The
relentless wind that keeps me awake tonight