The Passing Wind

the wind moved away
with no promise of returning
left me stranded and alone
I saw the swamp
heard the buzzing of flies
frustration my only companion

I screamed at the wind
and cried, Forgetting
in the distance the wind moved other ships
I lowered the sails, Remembering
and took out my oars
rowing for awhile, I was back in the sea
seeing on the horizon,
better places
teased with the hope of other winds.