Poem #1: A Narcissists Account on Wind
Updated: Dec 22, 2020
Was there ever a time when you stood
Against a breeze
And wondered if you belonged there?
And not with people
And picture frames
And fast food
And home cooked food
Was there ever a time when you heard
The sound of stillness
The thunder of silence
The echo of nothingness?
Did you ever wonder what it meant to breathe?
Why is it something our bodies do for us without having to be told?
And what has that done to us?
What does it mean, to assume you will go on breathing?
To not consider that it may stop at any moment?
To forget that it is work
Have you ever breathed against the wind and heard not your breath, but the sound of the earth sighing?
It’s all I hear