The Wind

is more like a message creating havoc
among the leaves
Queen Anne’s Lace in supplication
to a greater force---a
meander of uncertainty

and I am victim to its commands.
My canoe as a toy
on this little lake---large as the volume
of water I drift within. Duck paddle propels
me away from the island and
back to the safety of shore’s shallow edge.

On land I arrive as a phoenix
feet supplanted firmly my shrieking.
victory shout attracting an eagle’s view
and quickly deciding its next move

not anxious to get in the middle
of any best intentions.

© Richard L. Provencher