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Where Does The Wind Go?

I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.

Where is the wind?

Where is the wind?

Where does the wind come from?

Where does it go?

It comes and goes at it pleases.

It hovers over the deep blue

Stirring waves and shaking up ship’s crew

But where did the wind come from and where did it go?

There, look, just above the tall coconut tree it blows

I just don’t understand the wind, is it alive?

Once I heard someone say it is the breath of Christ

Sometimes the wind blows cool, sometimes warm

Sometimes it stirs up dust on Old Jose farm

Is the wind a deity, is it supreme?

I wonder if the wind is a heavenly being

I just can’t wrap my head around the winds secrecy

Blowing all over the world without conspiracy

I need to know, can someone tell me?

Where does the wind start and where does it end?

Does it blow the leaves in autumn and quiet down again?

Is the wind in Antarctica today?

Or Africa maybe?

Is the wind now blowing on you?

I know it’s not on me.

How does this wind move? What blows the wind?

There it goes again, passing through on its merry windy way

Blowing to its secret hideout, somewhere faraway.

If I spray the wind with paint, will I be able to follow it wherever?

Or will it just cover the color because the wind is so clever?

Does the wind see and chooses where to blow?

Is the wind young and overtime will grow?

Oh mighty wind, who controls thee?

Why do you sometimes get mad and come as a category 3?

Today i will sit on my roof and watch you pass the trees

Giving rhythm to small branches and leaves.

But where the wind goes, beats me.

© 2020 Clive Williams

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