Tameless

Tameless

The wind:
free…
To go,
to and fro.
To be,
to see –
me;
my pensive energy;
caught –
as if suspended,
inanimated,
showcased in an eternal droplet
of outstretched water.

Howling around each turn in its path like an injured hyena seeking its wrath;

the juxtaposition in Nature is
inexplicable,
inexhaustible,
inexorable,
inextricable.

In extensive pensiveness,
one gets lost, like the wind, speeding about, directionless;
aimless and senseless.

And all at once,

simply,
concisely,

tameless.

© Annalinde Louw 2012

 

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This piece was written on 11 September 2012