the wind makes light of my words

and blows them into new shapes

and patterns,

sends them into corners, heaped

muddled

 no meaning or rhyme.

lifts them into air,

jabbering, babbling

into the ether

for those who read,

and give no answers.

i try to shout,

but have lost my voice.

i ask no questions

i hope the answers will come

 on the next breeze

 it may.

and i must gird, and armour,

 prepare for anything,

anything