The Winds
The Winds
...with all their flapping wisdom.
The song of the south wind
sounds like the voice of devilish child
taunting me to come out and play.
Yet I only allow myself to heed
the call of the steady north winds
pushing me hard and to the east.
Now I've taken down my sails
as I much prefer to stay put,
out of all the jostling currents.
Still at night I feel the west wind
creeping through an open window
to remind me who I really am
and what is mine to do.
Who am I to blow against the wind?
~ Paul Simon
