Any Which Way
You are as hard to catch as the summer breeze,
At the noon of day,
Glimpses of relief
Only enough to tease and make me wait.
Anxiety forms beads of sweat on my face,
In a line like the times –
Behind,
The prettier ones I waited.
I told you I loved you.
And you looked back smiling like the wind.
Non-chalantly.
Titling me like the last leaf on a tree
In
The Fall.
I finally let go.
To your subservience and pleasure,
Rustling the trees,
Insisting you wanted to stay
But had to play and sweep like good news
Nibbles of relief.
Release
Me Please.
My fan dusting hot air
Imitations of you.
Compare. Compare. Compare.
And I knew you'd come back.
When I had given you up.
And sought peace.
Because you are the wind
Unpredictable.
Yet persistent, unexpected.
Fair,
And free.
Breezing through my hair –
At the point of unbearable heat.
Loosening tight wound ringlet locks.
Clipped especially for you.
Blustering and breezing and swaying everywhere.
I have forgotten for the moment
The heat,
The anxiety of waiting
And for you.
Does time exist?
A humbling breeze pulls me in four directions.
I am here. I am one.
Lost in your tornado.
Adventurously driving through
Presence.
Then you leave.
I existed.
I know I will never feel all of you.
Know all of you.
Because you are the wind
And I –
I am lost to the wind.
Any
Which
Way
The wind blows.
Lorraine Driscoll
Lorraine Driscoll lives in Eastern Ontario with her husband and her 11-year-old daughter. She writes poetry, historical fiction and also maintains a website where she regularly writes about healing children's neurodevelopmental disorders through holistic approaches. Lorraine's articles have appeared in various columns and newspapers in Eastern Ontario. She is actively involved with environmental efforts to protect endangered species, prevent deforestation and reduce environmental toxicity.
Tags:
Poetry