I sometimes think I change my mind
To fit prevailing wind.
It only matters that I find
Amidst these changes I was kind.
If not, well, then I’ve sinned.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Amaya is hosting with the theme “pentimento”.
Photo: “Morning Rays of Light” that I am linking to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge since this sunrise looks “exotic” to me which is the theme this week.
News: Yesterday I joined a local poetry group, Poets and Patrons. They host annual poetry contests and the Helen Schaible International Shakespearean Petrarchan Sonnet Contest.
When harsh winds blow some whine, “How the wicked wind oppresses me!” Others wonder how they could make money off that wind by grinding grain or generating electricity. One turns it into poetry. The other turns a profit.
The Little People dwelt in the windmill. Like everyone they loved good stories. The Big People owned the mill. They tolerated the Little People because they bravely fought the Hungry Mice who wanted the grain as much as they did. “Get your own grain!” the Little People shouted. As a reward the Big People let the Little People have enough for their needs and internet connections.
Everything trended nicely, but the problem with trends is people forget once something goes one way long enough that it could go the other way. So most everyone confidently predicted everything would stay the same and every time it stayed the same their predictions came true. True, there were some who feared the end was always near, but that’s how their minds trended and they were usually wrong.
One day Wicked Wind joined Raging Fire and burnt whatever was dry including the windmill. The Big People were no longer big. They looked little and the Little People had no home. Even the mice were unhappy.
Illnesses popped up out of nowhere. The mice were blamed. The homeless Little People were blamed. The formerly Big People were blamed. The poetry and stories went dark and conflict trended.
The mice, who could not access the windmill, quickly recovered. Meanwhile the wind stirred the People mixing the big with the small as their generations sailed through birth and death until they rewrote their stories and survived.
Linked to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Sails.
Photo provided by Sue Vincent.
While looking back at Jilly’s 28 Days of Unreason, I think this post fits Day Six about the “violent wind”.