Wind

Is that you? You ask
Yes it’s me wrapping my chilly self around you,
I saw you were all alone so I thought I’d join you.

What are you? You ask
Why, I’m the invisible force who can push and pull you around.
I’m the one holding your kite up high in the sea-blue sky when I’m
Cool and breezy, like a young girl playing with her rag doll.

Are you good or bad? You ask
Well I’m the friend who cools you down on that scorching hot day
When only I and the ocean can provide the sanctuary you desire.
Then again I’m the enemy. I breathe my cold icicles. I stab with icy blades.

What do you do all day? You ask
I stroke the claustrophobic blades of corn in the majestically yellow
Field; I whistle a lonely tone into the empty night. Sorry if I scare you. I don’t mean to.
Promise. You can also find me waltzing with the withering leaves.
They enjoy their newfound burst of energy when I arrive, but sometimes I get too
Excited and whirl them around till they get dizzy.

How do you know how you’re feeling? You ask
When I feel woe I lay still for a moment watching the days and nights pass by.
When I get angry I rage around in gusts and blows so that everyone suffers with me.
When I feel lonely I cuddle someone by wrapping my transparent self around them,
Like I did with you.