It’s that cool breeze thing

it’s making me dizzy

and plaguing my mind with thoughts

of what used to be


As the crest of the wind

brushes past my shoulder

slightly messing up my hair

I believe in the origin that brought it to me

And, following the thought

I go back

to my youth

where I played

where I pondered the thoughts

that any eight year old boy

would have thought

and I think forward from that point

but still backward where I stand

and I see myself with my friends

with loved ones and lost ones

and I escape the memories that are painful

and hold on to the pleasant ones

RyanDavid Burningham