Winds from the Tatras
Here’s the thing about caution:
To be on one’s guard
Hides the wild
Nature of whims,
Which extends into
Whimsy
And the capricious
Elements of
Evolutionary excess.
(You forgot)
The wind —
A simple matter
of high and low —
Breaks free
From grips, yours:
Weak;
A complicated grasping,
re: Prevaricating.
Intemperance for:
Elevation and regret.
All to say
Take that egress;
Equipoise is only
A swerving
Circling
Perambulation
Anyways.
Wind: Throw caution to it.
AARON GERRY tries not to take himself too seriously, despite what the content may suggest. He enjoys pen and paper, perambulating, and donuts. Many donuts. Oh and writing. Speaking of which, his work can be found in journals and publications such as Chronogram, Lit Up, P.S. I Love You, The Creative Cafe, The Junction, and others. If you like this piece please do 👏clap👏 along!
