The Winds

The winds
whip across the prairies and
across the landscape
of my barren mind.

They whip
everything into strips
and they are sad,
****** little strips.
Little bits.

The winds
they
pick me up they
lift me up
Elevate me and so

Everything,
it’s all in a whirlwind

It is and I just
want it all to settle down
and I want to feel once again

My feet
On solid ground.