Standing in the Wind
Article voiceover
I want to be generous about this; I can’t stand the wind.
Literally,
I can’t
Stand.
Between the whiteness, the brightness, the whistling, the snow, the constant moaning commentary, I am jangled, nervous, unsteady, senses acute,
Wary, wistful, wishing
Delicate flakes are
soft,
seductive
But I hear
The Change.
Like a train, a foghorn, a tornado,
A flood, a fire
A broken window.
Where will I go?
I don’t know.
What is there to do?
Nothing.
Who is safe?
No one.
I want to be generous
About
This;
Time has come
To
Stand
In the wind.
The only way I will stand is if someone stands with me, holds me more precisely. I am embarrassed to admit that I can’t stand alone, but this body in this life is just too small.
Time has come.
A very moving and powerful poem, thank you for sharing it