Talking to the Wind

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