What does the wind learn

What does the wind learn

In its blind rush

To blow

Wilder than before

Pausing only to

Change direction

On a restless whim.

A recalcitrant escapade

Barely contained

Never abashed by ingratitude

Never welcomed

Unless by windmills

Or at sea

When empty sails flap

Uselessly in the doldrums

Waiting for the breeze

To ease the right of passage

Sighing in repose

Twisting on its tail

Baring itself to the world

Tearing into a frenzy

Without regard

For etiquette or limitation

Easing its restriction

For a moment

Gathering itself for a final flurry

A thrash of power

As a swell of waves rise up

To greet it

The meeting of two great arbiters

Praying together

Offering mutual respect

A shadow dance

A relentless ballet

An arduous performance

Of Wagnerian proportions

A neverending cycle

Of audacious power

Is there ever a victor?

Ask the sea,

Perhaps

Only the wind would know.