Riding Thermals Poem by S.M. Kozubek

When I dwell upon death
casting aside all here and now,
and tremble at what may come
if grace and time disappear.
I shout in the darkness
to fill the void beyond
all that is not present.

'I shall not comfort those who comfort me not, '
says the naysayer, the politician,
while the crowd speaks in whispers.
Keep clear of the mighty Gargantuan
seeking slaves, warns the Green Gnome.

The blizzard bites and buries us
as the Beast bellows;
Fate masquerades as dervish wind
while a stranger stalks the night.

The doomsayer's chilled breath
blasts me
in the night of my despair.
Gripped by the cold locking my lungs,
I careen and
plummet.

Still later, ‘tis still the wonder,
gazing at midnight sky,
clear and bright,
filled with my lover's presence
at peace in her caress
I am warmed by the spirit
whispering through me.

Trusting the wind,
I surrender.
Thermals soar wherever they may,
run free and wild,
playing
in the grand
tumultuous chorus.