I Cannot Blame the Wind

The wind blows like a cloudy old man

Furling and unfurling again and again

Churns the air and whether where

Turns the tides and shifts the sails

On vessels of the sea

The wind is blameless just the same

I cannot blame the wind

For billowing my papers about

For that I am responsible

It is ostensible just the same

The wind is blameless, the wind

Is blameless. I am powerless

Against it in my face, lifting my hair

And my skirts, lifting pretty kites

Just as much. The wind turns

Its face to me and quickly turns away

Inanimate in its motion, outside of me

To blame what is not of and by me

Is absurd as the wind has it’s own mind

Ever changing, unpredictable just the same

Sometimes I cannot see where

It comes from, whether where

Powerless without proper function

Such power in gusts! I turn away

To turn ones back to the wind

Is surely a mistake. The only solution?

To surrender to its motion outward

Regardless of me, humor just the same

How the wind blows regardless of me!

I walk billowing skirts flying

Prepare to set sail and take off

To be carried away as a cloud

Blown by an old mad but about

Lifting me outside of myself

Gusting ever-changingly, self  assured

That I can do nothing about it.

Powerless as usual against the forces

Beyond me, its will just divine

And reckless in its unchanging way

One to depend upon!

Aloha, Cindy