The four winds
                     The formless
They know I’m poking around
Enquiring of their origin
Their secrets kept
                          Like a unknown lover
Overheard through an open window
A liaison blown through streets
                                     On market day
I confront a gale
                     Clifftop
             It's angered at my nosiness
    Moves me in blustering outrage
        Open my mouth to apologise
                              It will not accept
I shan't talk for fear my breath will drown