And The Wind It Blows

And the wind it blows

at my back,

fierce enough,

to discount an Olympian’s record

on tartan track.

And the wind it blows

in my face,

hard enough

to change predicted outcomes

in this my race.

And the wind it blows

filling sails

long enough

to push us through these doldrums

unless it fails.

And the wind it blows

the night through

loud enough

to keep us wakefully worriting

on what to do.

And the wind it blows,

hither, yon,

fair enough

and even-handed in destruction,

until it’s gone

[If you really want to hear it, it's here]