The wind howled for hours last night. It tossed me in my bed as surely as if I were in a hammock strung between high trees, death a long fall away. I cursed the wind. I called it vicious, raging, cruel, and a bully. But, on waking, I realize the wind proves my complete insignificance and powerlessness. Wind isn\u2019t cruel; it is utterly indifferent and beyond grasping.<\/p>\n
And so, again, I push together the stones of my sanity, until the wind blows, as it will, long after I\u2019m dead.<\/p>\n
Unhinged<\/a> (a seasonal poem) The wind howled for hours last night. It tossed me in my bed as surely as if I were in a hammock strung between high trees, death a long fall away. I cursed the wind. I called it vicious, raging, cruel, and a bully. But, on waking, I realize the wind proves my complete insignificance … Continue reading I listen to the wind \/ to the wind in my soul – Cat Stevens<\/span>
Wind Makes Crazy<\/a> (a timely poem)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"