Outside my door and windows
Fury of wind sweeping by
Shadowing the sun
Whispering beneath the door
Great gusts dominating the street
Not a soul testing their strength
Aiming my back against the wind
Holding my own in the middle of the avenue
Only a few spying from behind their curtains
Deciding to take a chance
Deflating my ego and letting go
Fate having its way
Windswept to an unknown destination
Refilling me with a life of meaning.
Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write in the middle of the night with a grin and grimace and flame in his heart. He's been published here and there and in-between at Chronogram Magazine, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, Hawaii Review, Poesia, and others. He is the editor of Dead Snakes Poetry Magazine.