My mind roves
Playing through my consciousness
Like wind through the trees
Sometimes it stops and writes poetry on pine needles
Which fall to earth in turn
Composting into the floor
My mind dances as nervously as paddocked stallions
When the wind gusts warnings of spindizzy
So I am spooked as they are
At dustdevil dervishes that seem to say
Something unhinged approaches
Instead I consider the burgeoning moon
Something full for a change
No emptiness that screams want
Something that hasn’t been starved into submission
A regularity that pulls me into balance
Illuminating darkness with silver radiance
Something to settle my mind on
David Trudel © 2013
