Inspired by Wind:
Have you ever run against the wind to make it lift you off the ground? When I was a child that was how I tried to fly…such a wonderful sensation. Now, when the wind blows I wonder if a Eucalyptus branch or tree will crush my roof.
I love trees. We are surrounded by trees. However, one windstorm broke a huge branch off of one of our Eucalyptus trees. A rainy windstorm eroded our hillside a few years ago and an entire tree crashed down upon the driveway. Regardless, many have been inspired to write about this natural force from its gentle caress to its horrific devastation.
One morning I awoke with a desire to hike in the canyon. As I watched the wind torment my hammock hanging from our magnificent pine tree, I decided to plop back into bed to return to my dreams. As days past I longed to write about that particular wind current. It lasted for days making all go boing…boing…boing. What you’ll read below is much different than the first prose poetry draft. Writing is such a strange thing. When you allow your mind to go where it wants to go it comes up with surprising scenarios.
Copyright © 2017 Sophia Ann Montoya
“What’s that noise,” my dream
asked over and over again until
a gust of wind slapped me down
shattering my euphoric cloud-riding
bliss, tossing me into the snare of
telephone wires catching me up,
twisting and knotting my arms and
legs until, boing…boing… boing!
The devilish snare whipped me here,
there, up and down like a Yo-Yo on
steroids! I began to scream and
scream into the gray matter of my mind
begging for release. Suddenly, with
a mighty whip-lashing jolt I awoke
into the darkness of my shuttered
room shocked by the reality of eerie
sound, that same gritty, grinding cacophony
a rude demon dared to drum into my
fragile ears obliterating serenity’s sleep.
Whacked out by the collision of
REM sleep and reality, I slid off the
edge of my bed and thudded upon
hands and knees, crawled to the window
and pried open a panel of slats allowing
dawn’s light rays to pierce my pupils
causing me to blink and blink watering
away Mr. Sandman’s haze from my puffy
orbs, then focused on leaves and gravel
pelting the pane of glass through which
I watched my hammock, hanging from
a thick-branched sprawling tree, twist
round and round, coiling tight as a spring,
until strands of rope were shredded and
spilt by the claws of the angry airstream.
Who was the wind mad at now?
Or was it just another tantrum
thrown to garner attention…or
was it a bit bored thinking how
fun it might be to torment humanoids
with the wreckage its power wreaked?
At least the sun was rising up with no thunder,
lightning or rain to accompany its madness.
Even so, I dared not venture into its fowl
breath strong enough to scare my long hair on
end like Frankenstein’s wife, or worse yet, snake it
around my neck like Medusa’s evil undulating
strands choking me with a boa constrictor’s
killing grip. How many people will fret, this
very day, about the end of days longing for
something, anything beyond this finite realm.
Well, enough of all that unpleasantness.
Let’s agree to close our eyes, hop onto
a cotton-ball cloud and simply glide through
kaleidoscope skies until the storm calms down
and goes to sleep without a snore, praying
all the while trees stay rooted with branches
bending without a break. And, may we
arise carefree to bounce in utter glee
upon our pogo stick or trampoline.
COPYRIGHT © 2017 SOPHIA ANN MONTOYA