Waiting For The Wind To Pick Up

What if there is no if . . .what if this is the way it isand what if the wind never comes backor blows like it used to?What happens when we fail to turn the pageand let the next chapterbecome what it isand of coursethen what becomes of usbecoming who we are as opposed who are supposed to be? Or better yet,I ask are these things even possible? Or are these things nothing morethan quandaries of the mind? I am meyou are youthe world is the world.Hot is hotcold is coldThese things are true.The tides come in and out,the sun comes upand the sun goes downand these things —these things are constant. The sun and the moon have been aroundlike the yin and yang of our existenceand both the sun and the moonhave been around for a very long time We are so small in comparison.We are smaller in sizeand as far as time goes . . . well?We are far smaller than a millisecondand to us,a second of timecan mean everythingespecially when goodbyeis goodbye. I agree when people saypain can make a secondseem like…