Shifting Winds Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Too beautiful to fall,
Fail or stumble.
These steadfast priorities...
Are undergoing drastic change.
For those accustomed to strutting tall.
As if life for them,
Should remain staying the same.
Afterall...
That's how it has been,
For those consumed with assumptions.
From Sunrise and Sunset...
As each day for them begins,
And ends.

Humility with humor,
Saves those from embarrassment.
Especially when today's foundations,
Once considered stable...
Expose a rusting of steel.
With signs of crumbling cement.
Ushering in new 'dents' never before seen in them.

Many are observed scrambling around,
Trying to make sense of the senselessness found.
Only to find themselves attempting to regain composure.
After they have discovered a miscalculation,
Of shifting winds that bring them to lay in poses shown.
That bowls them over...
Flat on their backs upon cracks on the ground!
This for them a fresh experience now known!
With a hope they can retrieve,
A helping hand...
To assist them with a lift to get them off their knees.
And no one there recognizes,
The dizzying bob in their obvious weave.