Rock Paper Scissors Poem by Maya Hanson

I'm the wind that keeps haunting
a breeze that can hold you
a gust that can tear you apart.

Rock
paper
scissors
now here's what I am today,
a friend or an enemy.

Rock
paper
scissors
yes, here's what I am today,
a comfort or
something to upturn all your flowerbeds.

I slip in,
a firework in spring
and then all at once
the dry season hits I singe your world.

I slip in smooth as the sea…
one word from you,
a flick of your hand and
you've pissed off Poseidon again.

Rock
paper
scissors
here's what I am today,
a postcard beach or quicksand.