The wind and the Jelly fish

 The wind is yours so don´t grab it desperately
out there by the willows
as if by watching them wavering like long hair was evidence
People need property even if it is a feeling

The wind is yours and you can´t move past it
you dream of being inside it navigating it
As a child running with it and calling it to follow you
One longs for control over anything

The wind is yours and whistles in the fine gaps inside window frames
as if talking to you
yet you can not distinguish it´s howl, it´s subtle ambiguity
machines that pine after certainty, what more is the heart than that?

The wind is yours yet the details of the landscape distract you
so it´s force is redundant for you now
for as a child you were godlike and an instigator of sassy chaos
Now you look for skeleton rules and physical structure inside a jellyfish