Van Isle Poetry Collective Issue 2

JENNIFER MOES NANAIMO, BC Call of the Wind The Day is bleak and dreary, I settle into my treasured corner of the couch Mesmerized by the landscape Riveted by the wind The wind Mighty, magical, menacing Everchanging, dynamic substance Imagine Imagine being whisked away Invited to unfamiliar places Force my existence into the unknown A journey of self-reflection I observe in wonderment Yield to its’ captivating charm Allow it to wipe clean insecurities and imperfections Reckless abandonment Sense it’s fierce confidence Discern it’s slippery whisper Tossed franticly about as A leaf Captured in a violent gale Never fearful of its’ bold power It’s chaotic passion Adapt with fervour Every direction a possibility This wild unsettled force grips me Heart pumping to the melody of the sky I surrender to Whatever direction I am compelled Whether shadowy nights Whether Brilliant days In all its’ daring boldness The wind 45