The wind reaches into every corner

Lifting and shifting

Whining and whistling

Stirring up dust that eddies in the sky

Blows up the road, blows in the eyes

Not very pleasant.

It’s tracking from the north

Sure sign of rain coming

I’ve piled up the firewood

in the space beside the hearth

There’s enough for a week of fires at night

And that will give time

For the outside store to dry out again .

Prepared.

Smug I am.

Nature cannot be argued with

Debated

Chided

She can only be related with.

I can’t say

“Hey, it really would be better if you didn’t rain right now, I’ve just cleaned the house, and the dog will leave muddy footprints”

Or

“There’s somewhere I’ve got to be, something that’s got to be done”

In my own body, she is just as inscrutable

Relentless

For there is no threshold that we can draw across a lock

keep inclement nature at bay

Nature lives in our body

The same way as she lives in a tree

Buries deep in a hillside

Pushing up grass and wildflowers

Nourishing roots

Discarding spent leaves

Turning them over

So disease comes

And it feels unexpected

A threat

Yet

It is just the nature that lives in us responding to something out there

In here

Drawing corresponding lines

Weather patterns

There are always signs

Of course it feels very personal

When it’s right up close like this

…

I think

I really should keep the next appointment instead of putting it off

Thinking

I am immune to nature and her wants

Thinking

That thinking alone

Keeps nature under control

Because it’s not

And it doesn’t

And it isn’t

What it wasn’t

But by then it is too late for thinking

Because thinking without action doesn’t make things happen

It just makes other things happen anyway

So

I just might not do that quite so much and instead,

listen to someone with a qualification,

Istead of my head

for awhile .