Wild Wind
Wild wind,
Throw every rock
To the abyssal sea bed.
Wild wind,
Surly, brave, indomitable,
You are a white mist of the tropics,
And you are the one designing hurricanes with Father Time.
You are Sirocco, Galerna,
Austro, Buran, Bora and Breva
Cyclone, typhoon, gale, whirlwind
Twister, storm, squall,
Witch's wind, black wind,
That you scatter the clusters of light among the waves.
Wild wind,
Tear down the trees and dry the land,
Untie the knots that tie the sand...
But, wild wind,
When you arrive at my port,
Drizzle breeze, sea foam,
Lay your crown gently upon my door.
Greetings, haivers.
I have written this poem for TheInkWell Poetry Challenge, now in its ninth week (bases here). While writing, I involuntarily evoked images of the sea and remembered a trip I made with my family a few years ago along the Paria Coast, one of the most exuberant places in Venezuela. The photograph that accompanies the text was taken one windy afternoon of that trip. I hope you enjoy it.
As always, I thank @TheInkWell for the kindness of the space to publish.
