Wind

Eyes toward the sky,

Waiting for the clouds to roll by,

When will they come?

Which day could I schedule them?

A day I could just, just, hear the wind blow by,

But it never comes…

Here’s to the wind, the sleet, the heat of my life,

The four seasons have arrived,

Flip that coin again,

Where am I?

I wake up to a Saturday morning,

Where should I be?

Not here, not here, but why?

Can’t seem to have all the answers,

But maybe I never wanted them,

It’s simpler than that,

My world, an asteroid waiting to land,

Where to next?