Living with Wind

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Often on Whidbey island,

I turned away from every strong wind.

A witness to blown away victories,

I was forced to change direction again.

 

Walking my Boxer on the beach,

Against an eighty mile an hour gust,

Seeing the porch lift off the foundation,

Eroded any comfortable trust.

 

I learned to change my directions,

Developing skills I previously lacked…

It is easier to move forward,

With the wind against your back.

 

I learned to survive by walking tall,

I had in strong winds, a stronger will;

Now that I’ve moved alee from the wind,

I’m more relaxed, and way more chill.