Windy night

Windy mind

What is the wind but thoughts

That restlessly wander?

They come all in one night

Seeking the attention

Denied them on still nights.

Like the wind they know no resolution:

Moving from place to place

Never lighting.

A denouement unsatisfactory:

Their only consolation is to disturb the sleep

To ride the coattails of the wind

To remove to another corner,

And await the next windy night.

16 July 2009