The Wind

The wind blows all which ways,

sometimes just the faintest breeze upon my cheeks,

other times, like last week, she takes down a 50 year old tree in a single blow.

The wind is wild,

reckless,

feckless,

She is also kind. Giving just the breeze for the sway of trees, or to keep children cool in the summer heat.

I also feel the wind whip through my heart - washing, bashing me inside with her tempest - she wants freedom - wants to go where she pleases.

And I let her. Have her way with me.

Its not always my preference - but there is a homecoming of sorts when she has upset all the furniture inside me - then pushes it all to one side, breathes out hard, looks at me with a sideways glance and puffs: “There, thats better.”

I can only smile and say nothing.

I know she has found me at my witts end and nothing but a full blown mess and restart will suffice.

The wind is my ally and my nemesis.

She has my back and will also bowl me over, break me -

If I don’t pay attention.