Wind chimes

try to feel good
try not to feel bad
no anger, grief, negativity


I don’t try to control the wind
it blows hard or soft
gentle and warm
ice finger tickling
or roaring howling rain
or snow blown against my face

I let the wind blow
through me
I feel the wind
sometimes I curl up and batten the hatches
for a particularly hard blow
it’s best to ride it out

and the vast sea depths
change slowly

The picture is the Polar Plunge on Marrowstone Island yesterday: the temperature was 46 degrees. Happy New Year.

I dreamed of rain: