A Kansas Prairie Profession...

If I were the wind

I would run through the trees 

and watch them dance 

to my cadences

 

I would sweep through streets

that fester with myriad mounds 

of refuse and detritus

 

I would sail above the many seas 

where waves would chase me 

only as far as shores 

where time turns 

back to sand

 

I would whisper and roar 

with wordless professions 

of those truths that drift 

through every mind 

within my eternal travels

 

And I would watch 

the whole world 

dizzy itself 

in my wake 

forever, 

laughing 

at the 

folly 

of it 

all...