Settling Winds

Winds from the north swing me to my left, a gift it is, so as seemed.

A brush of daisy rings, my nose lifts, all my way towards the clings of my town. So virtual, from the memories that stay fresh and still.

Pulls the frills of my gills. Power in me, resumes. I flap and I flip. My troubled soul gets a ride.

A split through the grains, a pollen to life, seen the wagon fetching the wheels of time.

I reflect what you are, an upbringing it calls, misguided it tells, so could it be misjudged.

Away from the waits of known, mistaken of the guilts untold, I watch it all from where I am.

Gazing is what I do all day, a guardian, or so, perhaps, just a vigilant watcher. I know the stories. Although, I keep them unsaid.

Archives within me, I pass on, over and over to the places I visit. And I get a new story to carry.