The Pale Wind
By : Michael Cottle
I waken by the day’s light and the clock’s bell. I stagger in slumber around in circles for my preparation of the day. There is exchange of affection from the ones I hold dearest, and so the day begins- again.
My thoughts and issues of my little world consume me. A problem solver by nature, I constantly think. Sometimes the thoughts are of solutions, but mostly, just problems. It is of their elusive nature and the uncountable choice of ambiguous answers that always leaves me without closure. I realize that it will always be this way. This journey will start other journeys, and the trip is never over, until we are on the last journey. Always looming on the horizon, the last journey awaits us everyone.
Surrounded by chaotic chains and random acts of the thing we call life, I ponder upon destiny and choices when I have a spare moment. I wonder how I could ever wind up there, until I am, and then I realize there never was anywhere else for me really. Such is the nature of destiny I suppose, hardly random, but more driven by something. I know that something as God. I ask him for guidance and direction, and he delivers them every time. There is always an answer, even one we may not want or understand.
The pale wind blows for me still. I still want to share with others. I feel the need to give something back. Yet time ticks by. Lazy I can be. Selfish I remain. A quiet breeze blows me around. I will find its course tomorrow, for now it is time to depart home. My day is done.
I return to the ones I hold dearest. Exhausted, I must rest and refuel. Outside, a colorless wind beats at the door. Inside, I am barricaded in. I cannot feel it. The dreams at night, I cannot remember them. In my waking hours, I catch a glimpse. A fading memory of sorts. Bits and pieces of alternate realities. Mere fantasies of childhood that never came true. The pale wind blows for me still.
By : Michael Cottle
I waken by the day’s light and the clock’s bell. I stagger in slumber around in circles for my preparation of the day. There is exchange of affection from the ones I hold dearest, and so the day begins- again.
My thoughts and issues of my little world consume me. A problem solver by nature, I constantly think. Sometimes the thoughts are of solutions, but mostly, just problems. It is of their elusive nature and the uncountable choice of ambiguous answers that always leaves me without closure. I realize that it will always be this way. This journey will start other journeys, and the trip is never over, until we are on the last journey. Always looming on the horizon, the last journey awaits us everyone.
Surrounded by chaotic chains and random acts of the thing we call life, I ponder upon destiny and choices when I have a spare moment. I wonder how I could ever wind up there, until I am, and then I realize there never was anywhere else for me really. Such is the nature of destiny I suppose, hardly random, but more driven by something. I know that something as God. I ask him for guidance and direction, and he delivers them every time. There is always an answer, even one we may not want or understand.
The pale wind blows for me still. I still want to share with others. I feel the need to give something back. Yet time ticks by. Lazy I can be. Selfish I remain. A quiet breeze blows me around. I will find its course tomorrow, for now it is time to depart home. My day is done.
I return to the ones I hold dearest. Exhausted, I must rest and refuel. Outside, a colorless wind beats at the door. Inside, I am barricaded in. I cannot feel it. The dreams at night, I cannot remember them. In my waking hours, I catch a glimpse. A fading memory of sorts. Bits and pieces of alternate realities. Mere fantasies of childhood that never came true. The pale wind blows for me still.