Wind

Wind

September 02, 2024 by Andres Garcia

A ghost of a wind flew by

it thundered through

hats and scarfs all flying about,

A terrible commotion

even the strongest weld became unglued.

Forever lost in thought

I sat in a funnel-like alley

on my table a lovely meal,

a stew sent down from the gods above.

Soon enough a dog hurries along

tail wagging, mouth open,

tongue hanging out

it prances with no doubt

mind going along

looking for shelter from the wind

eyeing something to chew.

The furry animal looking for a roof

saunters up to my towering umbrella

it lays its behind right next to my table,

my dancing table with legs wobbling askew

looks like I have another to add to my singular crew.

Wet dog as companion

both lost in thought

the blast of wind took our attention,

now we have no clue.

So, I sit at this table, sipping my soup,

laughing with a mighty force

the wind, oh the mighty wind!

It just blew by and someone lost their wig!

A skirt was lifted inside out,

the street vendor gets knocked over,

how could he maintain

he is skinnier than a twig.

Clouds blocking the sky

a tiny tornado passing by,

I look up into the storm

and from my hungry belly

I sing next to my new friend

maniacal hysteria gripping me with force

both hooting and hollering,

this dog sure knows how to howl

so I sing out loud,

“Where have you gone, blue?

You have left us torn,

will you come back when it’s all draught?

why bother with this small portion,

all you do is confuse!

I try and try, but always get caught,

oh mighty stars,

mystical moon,

give the answers my heart desires,

Let me know someday,

what should I pursue?”

Lost in melodies

in wandering thoughts

the mighty wind taking my attention

drifting far and beyond,

the world could end right then

my mind wouldn’t notice a thing

even a thundering god, with his mighty grin,

laughing at all the pain he will bring.

“Pay attention! Don’t get lost in your head”,

an ancient telling from the lips of the lovely lady who gave birth to me,

I can hear the words, screamed in my head,

echoing in the emptiness of a drifting consciousness.

My mind finally jolts awake

shaking my brain

I return from the reverie,

the rumbling continues, this time in my stomach

hunger reminds me of the situation I’m in.

Looking down to my once steamy bowl

shock pronounced on my face,

I shouldn’t feel even mildly surprised,

lo and behold,

The dog!

The dog ate my stew!

Down the alley he goes

tail wagging

legs prancing

he looks back with a twinkle in his eye,

is that a hint of a mischievous smile?