Where The Wind Stands Still Poem by Perry Shepard

There comes a time
Where the wind stands still.
It is at this point
I lose my balance.

The snow cushions my fall
And I lie silently
Frozen in the place
Of my making.

Strange, summer was just here.
And now I am stranded
In a desolate landscape
That looks clean and sterile.

Oh yes, I own all I see,
I live all I feel-
How did my decisions
Bring me to this place?

I traveled through fear,
I labored- and labored,
I nurtured the quest
Yet I am at the time
Where the wind stands still.

I was never wind blown
Even though I liked to jump
Off cliffs.
In the early days
It was easy.

Now I ask myself, rather
Remind myself-
There was a purpose to what came-
There is a purpose
To all that is and is to come.



Yet I question all futures, for-
I have seen them come and go.
Complicated and expansive
They seem ephemeral now-
That I remain frozen in this place.

Even as I breached time and space,
I let the vapors slip
Through my mindfulness.
I lost mentorship of my experiences
And the memories become semi-opaque.

Enough color remains in a thought
That I can see the events that
Shaped this beings' core
And was guided to this desolate landscape.

I question this place and state of being
It may simply be an illusion
As I have become so good
At soothing my responsibilities