I am the arctic wind on a moonlit winter’s night.
I am the warm summer breeze lakeside in the shade.Â
I am the shattering quake sent to bring you to your knees.
I am the long smooth rock you lay across to soak up the Sun.
I am the funnel cloud nightmare from your childhood dreams come true.
I am the lift in your kite that takes you to new heights.I am the cracked and blistered drought ridden valley floor. I am the moist fertile soil where seeds sprout and trees grow. I am the dust devil that blows up your skirt. I am the breath used to ignite the fire from the hot bed of coals.
I am the catch for all sprayed poison on its way to the rivers.
I am home for fungus and food for the worms. I am the rolling thunder soundtrack to your lovers’ quarrel. I am the gust that frees the milkweed seeds from their pods. I am molten lava violently released to build mountains and islands. I am the solid bedrock used to anchor skyscrapers.
I am the place where you lay your graduated loved ones to rest.
I am the whisper prayer of thanks for this life.
Day Gun