I wrote this at work while my mind was wandering/wondering. It does that a lot. I became anxious to just leave my job and start traveling toward Mexico…one month left!
So this poem came to mind. It’s a metaphor. For those of you who’ve read the first chapter of Acts and know about the Pentecost and the reference to wind, etc., then I guess I could point you to that. I don’t know. Sometimes it just flows out, and it’s so not me. Whether my poetry is good or not, praise God. Anyway, without further ado, here you go!
WARM MY HANDS
Which way will the wind blow the fire?
Only the wind knows.
I feel the flame so close by my feet perspire
From the embers that fly at my worn leather shoes.
The dance of the flourescent orange mesmerizes me
and I rub my hands together
To kill the chill of mundane everyday.
“Excuse me, miss? How much is this blouse?”
Nevermind.
I’ll warm my hands another time.
That took the edge off for a while.
