I don’t mind talking to the wind
Going for a walk, and have her listen in
Just like my dog, my companion, or a friend
I don’t mind talking to the wind
Sometimes, while I’m conversing with a mate
The words from my mouth, plain evaporate
They don’t hear, a word I have to say
It feels like, I’m stood up on a date
Nature, she doesn’t act that way with me
Forever there to listen, and mostly quietly
Not there to rate my tears, my quips, my songs
A spirit ever-present, just follows me along
Some say I’m talking to myself
Or on a wireless, at chat with someone else
But I’m just out walking, not caring what you think
It simply the wind’s, acquaintance that I seek
Sometimes I am silent, feeling for a breeze
Checking out a waterfall or creaking of the trees
But mostly it’s words, flying from my mouth
True, false or otherwise, all the same to spout
I don’t mind talking to the wind
In my brain, it’s somehow programed in
Freedom for all topics, mostly happy things
I don’t mind talking to the wind
SIL
2018