By Daniel Paiz

There’s a saying about people being in your life for a reason or a season. Just like the seasons changing in weather, this time of year occasionally has that feel of a shift of the people who are sticking around. Most of the time it is those people themselves making decisions that don’t include you. It happens.

This poem about such shifts seems very timely.

Shifting Winds

Blustery, howling, gentle, or relaxing,

these and many other types of winds pass through our day to day.

Over the mountains, through the woods,

not having to arrive at grandma’s house to know,

things change regardless of rain, sleet, or snow.

There are fronts of nature that pop up,

resetting the paths of many bits of rock and sand,

briefly blinding one making their way outside today.

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The winds didn’t cause a power or internet outage,

didn’t swipe away keypads to pass along mundane murmurs,

didn’t bring together two clashing fronts to form

tornados or waterspouts or whatnot.

Air currents of hot or cold stir about and alter their paths.

Mountains always there arise to meet these currents,

and shifts without explanation happen just so.

like that balloon in the distance, things drifted away long ago.

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