Sow the Winds We all enjoy upheavals, I suppose: We cheer for villains and calamities, We long for earthquakes and for stormy seas, And hate the order chaos overthrows. That being said, for me the same wind blows As blows for you, but what in you it frees Appears to me as taking liberties, And who is in the right? Nobody knows. Were you prepared to meet these trying days? I wouldn’t claim I was; I will admit it, There was a time I thought all was permitted, Which contradicts my virtuous displays. Caught in a current now, we cannot quit it, Yet in a whirlwind, we go separate ways.
Robert Donohue’s poetry has appeared in Better Than Starbucks, The Raintown Review, The Orchards, The Ekphrastic Review and E-Verse Radio. He lives on Long Island, NY.
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