The difference in me

My form

Is non descript,
my spirit uncontained

Relatively speaking

I am kin to one who is free in thought
Who’s love is as far as
east is from the west

In playful mood

I make dead gold leaves
dance hand in hand
Around the foot of living trees

When amorous

I am felt caressing your face
and free styling your hair

In spring time, I carry pollen like bees,
feeding their mates everywhere

I am gentle like a woman yes,
that’s what I am

I am warm like a kiss from
rare lips on your hand

Feathers wade through my sheets
and drifting softly on my bed

I smoulder with passion,
Yet, nothing is assumed

My grace is disarming
I am to be adored

I’m seductive like a woman yes,
that’s what I am

to be treated with indiference
I cannot understand

When completely aroused

The Caribbean Iles know me well
My seasonal visits are unannounced
And my rage tells of hell

I cause chaos in seas
making waves rise and fall

Like long lost great empires,
long gone to the wall

Amongst architectural scenes
I am a wolf,

I howl through structures
Devour foundations

Nothing resisting
My insatiably appetite

Through the havoc,
the nation on its knees

I Leave,

Devastated communities
To sift through the carnage

Left in my paw tracks

Uprooted buildings
battle scared trees

Deceptive and Wild
A predator for sure

I’m brutal and awful
I take what I can

Insensitive to pain caused,
yes, just like a man

My eyes flash crimson
Reflecting those souls

My eyes flash black
In wake of their souls

On other shores

I am a nomad
Depositing Snake like ridges
As my signature in the sand

Where water is Ice

I mingle and fuse
I suspend white wall waves
Blanketing out the son.

My purpose

Being harnessed, is
the unseen in ships sails

I carried these watery coffins
From Africa’s fruitful bales

To places unfamiliar
I came and I saw

And filled to over flowing
Deaths sinful corridors

Now I drive

Turbines in marshy flat farmlands
Where fossil fuels no longer decays
And trade’s natures’ second hand

I rank

With the elite in the ecologists tale
I am head guessed member
which has its conditions

On rare occasions

I am the conversational stopper
After you’ve had a real good feast

But rarely am I invited
My blush being dark and discreet

At a conservative guess
You could say I have no support

But you say you know me well
Although that’s what you thought

One thing’s for sure

Power knows no bounds
And humility is a brother to respect

Who knocked on my door
And gave freedom its rightful name

Sean Benjamin 2006