Constant Wind
She blows around and through me.
Day and night, night and day ~ always constant!
Oh, here she is now ~ beside me.
But wait! There she goes ~ in front of me.
I feel her circling around me now ~ she's behind me.
She moves with such ease and gentleness.
For it is her call ~ to be there ~
For my wellbeing.
I can't help but wonder how she does it so well.
This poem is about:
Me