Have
you ever been a sail, child?
Have
you ever felt yourself
filled
by the wind,
carried
by the whim
of an
ambling breeze?
Ever
abandoned yourself
to fly
recklessly
to
whatever place it is
where
the waiting zephyr sleeps?
Have
you ever been
unhindered
by the
locks of forethought—
ever
felt truly free?
Have
you ever been a sail, child?
Ever
given yourself
to the
angry gale?
Ever
been thrown about
by the
screaming
hurricane
or
tossed
upon
the rocks
by the
howling fury
of a
none-to-gentle storm?
Have
you ever found yourself
on the
calmest sea
only to
realize it was no more than the eye
of
Armageddon?
Have
you ever been a sail, child?
Ever
been subjected
to the
twists and turns
of
mercurial fate?
Ever
placed yourself
at the
mercy
of the
abrasive cold,
the
gentle warmth
of the
mindless
winds
of change?
Copyright
©2000 Adam Rutledge