Against all Will

The wind gusts steadily
Swaying tree tops Westward
Scooping me up, carrying debris along
Tossing and turning me at a whim
Up in midair, the zephyr calms down
Ah, a rock to cling to thank heavens.

The flood gates rumble open!
Finding that now a river surrounds
Running, churning, violently
Taking all in it's path, uncaring, Westward
Current finally abating to a soft swirl.
Ah, a lilypad in quiet pond.

Sunning in the trickling stillness
Through the swarmed dragonflies comes a hawk
Swooping to gather me in his talons,
Holding me tightly, squeezing, hurting,
Following the breeze higher, Westward
This is not where I want to go!

Stuggling out of grip
Falling fast
Spiraling down
The gale carries me Westward
Fighting, screaming, crying
Roughly landing on solid ground

The shadow of a large mountain
Peaceful solitude and rest
Ready to go....
Oh please dear Gods, no!
One way road ahead
Leading West.

Solemnly stepping forward
On the path I wish not take
I've got no strength left, bruised,
Against my will, against my dreams
But I will walk, West....
With a smile I'll remember to fake.

Acacia
03/08/01