237. Tempest

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today I raged

at the wind

because that is the one force opposing

all the others displaced

there they are, over there—

stewing about on some other plane

where I can’t reach

I can see them!

but do nothing

shouting and shaking my fists with only the wind in response

“you bastard wind!” I shout

though it’s not really the wind

upsetting me

it is those, over there, I can see

but not touch

or touch

“leave me alone, you insufferable zephyr!”

then recant

for, if the wind goes,

what then can I rage at?

myself, supposing,

but I can reach myself

and who knows what might come of that

so I rage and add to the wind

with heating, bleating breath

until finally I am out of air

while the wind stays by my side

cooling me off and filling my lungs

just to yell at it again

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