№ 284 (In the Wind)

This post originally appeared on a previous personal blog. I’m republishing it here with the original post date.


Long ago I pried open the shutters
And simply let the hinges rust
Allowed them to corrode in the salt spray
Declining shelter in favor of honesty

When the wind blows in
The wind blows clean through
Sometimes a slacking breeze
Sometimes a howling gale

Carefully I watch the instruments
Thermometers and anemometers
Hygrometers and barometers
Doing my best to anticipate each storm

I have no choice but to weather each one, regardless
Awareness doesn’t lessen the impact
But mindfulness calibrates the response
And informs the nature of the experience

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