This was written for Poefusion’s Tuesday Title prompt this week, which is “I Shall Let The Wind”. Enjoy.
First, I shall let the wind blow me through the trees, cry her sorrows into my ears, and kiss my mirrored surfaces with a gale-force fist rather than with a gentle breeze that tickles ripples into my skin.
After this, I shall be shattered into a myriad of droplets and redeposited as a scattered legion onto houses, alleys, factories, and backyard barbeques.
Next, I will drown cars with collected masses of millions and seal their terrified occupants inside forever.
After that, I will carry away homes, children, cattle, dogs, cats, cars, and anything else that a human being swarming in the depths of the city has ever touched, owned, or loved.
Finally, I will drown memories under my watery weight, soaking them with the collective hurricane musks of death, soil, and piss.
Understand that I do this not because I hate you, hold firebrands of spite in my heart for you, or wish you any ill at all – I do this because I move at the command of the wind, my mistress, and I cannot help how she uses my watery arms.
So I hold you in my gaze with unseen tears in eyes as she catapults me across your surfaces. I watch you scramble, I watch you run, I watch you die as she beats you into submission for being human, for being audacious enough to live near the collision of land and water, for daring to admire my beauty yet hoping that my arms will never suffocate you…your children…your children’s children…your friends and neighbors…your lives.
And I watch you rebuild again…and again…and again.
And I pray for greater distance between the last beating and the next.
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.