In the wind

Photo by Nikolas Noonan on Unsplash

Still is the wind only when the chaos sleeps
Tense is the wind only when the order sleeps
True is the wind only when nature speaks
Wrong is the wind only when humans speak

After a breeze comes peace
and just for a moment
here we realize we can breathe
just in this moment

We can’t see the air and yet it is there
underneath the layers of our conscious mind
touching the surface only when it’s required
forgotten when doubts keep us occupied

Here I speak and yet do not know
what the wind is teaching me
so many lessons and yet
as fleeting as a cool mid-summers breeze.