Whistling

There is a wind whistling in my ears,

the kind of wind that drowns every other sound out.

Like alone on the river,

or a nearly empty parking lot.

A wind that stops all motions

that have been spiraling out of control

in the void of a distracted brain.

I first heard a wind in middle school

when I was out for Christmas break.

The sun was shining

and I was alone, alone with a wind.

I could focus then,

but of course with less distraction.

I'm learning to start listening for a wind again

to slow down and think,

and let the rest of my life begin.

Thanks buddy. I've been away for awhile.