Saturday, June 19, 2010

Wind

I am being slowly worn down
by the wind.
Sometimes it is gentle and warm
with the smell of spring.

Other times...

It is painful and strong,
sand filled and cold.

Either way
I am being slowly worn down
by the wind.
Until all that remains is
wind

2 comments:

J. said...

Blogger John Astin said...

This is beautifully expressed Joe - the sense here is of a wearing away of something that isn't even there, something that isn't ultimately real, and yet the wearing away goes on anyway...

much love,
john

December 15, 2007 9:51 AM

Maury Lee said...

Nice. A strong feeling of the truth in your words comes through.