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I felt the rain coming.
A persistent wind
took swing
after swing
at my lashes
leaving behind
the occasional
hint of mist
(just on the tips).

In that moment there,
through then-rosy cheeks,
I began to experience
an unfelt appreciation
for something
I couldn't quite
put into words.

I felt a feeling
of sheer delight—
a feeling of comfort
and of good measure.

In that very moment there,
as I looked up
beyond the clouds
that now eclipsed
what no one else could see,
I felt peace.

I could hear, faintly,
the chilling rasp
of the far-off winds
that approached me.

Though I felt my body,
weak and frail,
I felt my soul
digging for truth,
steadily unearthing
something abstract
and nameless.

Reality then made
a swift pass
over my eyes.

I stood there
now galvanized,
though it all
left me feeling
a bit faint.

A surge
of blood rushed
to my head
like waters
through the cleaving
of a river dam.

I looked down
to see that I stood
on a spot of bare dirt
where the centipede grass
dared not grow.

My fleeting bewilderment
streaked lightly across
what I saw there.

The feeling
in that moment
had become a vapor,
which quickly escaped
the purgatory
into which
it was invoked.

I found myself
back home,
and though I was not
fully satisfied,
I smiled.

The cold rain
now covered my hands;
my wet fingers
were like bait
to the breeze.

I slid them
in the pockets
of my black leather jacket
as my smile
quickly turned to
‘brrr’
and a sudden
uncontrollable shiver.

“Was that it?"

I turned about
and hurled
a fervent wish
across that fluid sea
of sod grass.

I heaved
an unwearied sigh
as I then fell back
on the tin siding
of the wall
behind me.

I looked down
at my feet again.

One of my shoes
was untied;
its left lace
did lie atop
a muddy graze
upon the ground.

I looked up
and stared off
into the void
above the horizon.

I listened
to the sound
of the rain,
still so eager
to fall lightly
on the centipede.

I listened
to the sound
of the wind,
still so resentful
of restriction.

I listen
to the sound
of the automatons
that patiently
raze the forest
not too far
from where
I stand.

I wonder
what I could say.

The words
come to me:

"Thus
abounds
the nature
of wolves!"