WHISPER ON THE WIND

Life comes at us
like a hail storm,

or sometimes
like a whisper on the wind,

a cavalcade of news
hard to hear,

or a summer’s drought
of updates,

all of it
beyond our control,

beyond any alerts
our cell phones might send,

or appointments
written on paper calendars,

we are at the whim
of a universe intent on keeping us awake,

nudging us to question

why we are here,
what we have yet to learn,
is there more to discern,

and how to cease
our yearning for easy answers.

The universe replies:
Lean into the whisper on the wind.

Poem by Rita Bourland rbourland53@gmail.com
Photo by Priska Wettstein – fineartamerica.com – Whispers in the Wind