Standing

Yesterday was a day of gales and wind and my mood still edgy -finding it hard to focus and settle. By the afternoon, it was impossible to go out, the rain was so heavy. Out on the headland, the wind was strong enough to blow people over. The picture doesn't convey the strength of the wind but I could hardly stand - it was both exhilerating and scary. Here's my poem. (There are echoes I know of Jane Kenyon's Otherwise).

We take standing for granted
two feet, the unyielding earth

but one day the wind will teach

us otherwise, all gravity gone,

the breath of life blowing elsewhere.