Wind touches the earth. Pushing a branch, and jiggling a leaf, sometimes to points of breaking both. Forcing an umbrella to push sideways against it, or a wing to twist to stay steady. Sending a jagged spore into a weightless path, riding an eddy to stop when touching the lee side of jagged bark. Lifting silt, and the occasional sand grain, to a sudden drop into a more stationary, windless pile.
Forcing wind vanes to reveal its direction as a clue to prepare, only to abruptly switch position as a hidden cycle manifests itself. Or, on calmer days, filled with smells from afar, that satisfy or alarm, and push us in a new direction (salivating or holding our breath).
We are in the wind, as fish are in water. It directs us to go, where we feel it tells us, happily or distressed. Its push moves us where we can’t avoid. We can't think without it. Within it, we live. Without it, we can't.
We are the fluid wind.
Don't give up
We aren't down and out
I'm still there with you
and will be, not to doubt.
I know that days are testing
The shadows are far too long,
But friends are there for a reason
Together we can march along.
Don't you give up
I implore you,
The glass is still half full.
The sun still shines,
on the lee side,
and will be dazzling soon.
Don't you think of giving up,
Behold the lovely earth.
The water is clean,
the grass looks green,
and the sky blue and bright.
The brighter days are coming by,
The darker nights will go.
Don't you want to live those days?
With me, my sis and bro!
Dare not give up you lazy fool,
No time for lax or fright.
But if you lose heart O my friend,
I'm going to lose the fight.
#staysafe
#WeShallOvercome
The Three Legged Cat
By Franklin Price
2/9/2016
The three legged cat, a sight to see,
a long haired Siamese,
a Seal Point there is no mistake,
it's outside in the freeze.
It came up to our back porch;
knocked on the doggie door,
said, “Could I come inside tonight?
It's cold, I do implore”
My wife's a real cat lover,
her eyes were sadness filled,
Said, “We have a box and blanket,
a small shelter we could build.”
I guess I'm just a softy;
especially when it comes to her.
I'm thinking, “It's a long haired cat.
That's why it has it's fur”.
You know that I relented.
We got the blanket and the box;
Made a shelter for the Siamese;
Even got a pair of sox.
Put the shelter on the covered deck
on the lee side of the wall.
She enticed the cat to go inside
all she had to do was call.
We left it looking curiously,
As only cats can do
And as we went into the house
I think it meowed “ Thank you”.
Now it's early morning
We don't know where it's at
Probably went home last night
It was the neighbor's cat.
Fragile
Moments dissolve
in loneliness,
fragile,
breeze of doubt,
timid
as bone china
of bygone days.
Strewn thoughts,
lost in short sentences.
Past lost
and forgotten.
Fragile future,
silent horizon,
silence of sea
at lee side.
Past days,
fragile as morning dew.
Presence opens
in the book of silence,
day dreams,
lost in the setting sun.