My Invisible Friend Wind
Traveling any path it cares to,
Showing up when I least expect.
Caressing my brow with a soft spring breeze,
Then in winter acting like an angry acquaintance.
Shoving me down walkway like a scorned woman;
Hell hath no fury like this sibling of our nature,
Sometimes twisting plain dirt into frightening face.
This fellow earthling becoming seen by moving others.
It’s still a close buddy of mine though you know,
Without it around me I just couldn’t breathe.
In fact all those others becoming stagnant,
None of us ever flying if not in its presence.
Remembering most of the time it is quite calm,
Filling living things full of life they would not have.
So it’s okay if it throws an occasional tantrum,
I’ll just duck next time it tosses danger my way.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
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