Winds of August

Feel it when the breeze catches a frame of mind,

sudden shifting in your seat, rearranging,

wondering how it ever became so blind,

a nation struggling to understand and be kind.

 

We have lived this way now,

while everyone everywhere anytime,

has the same logic behind survival,

no one is really excluded, no rivals.

 

The winds of an august have begun a whine

like no other in our lives before,

we are asked, move forward, stay behind,

we are not really quite sure how to be.

 

We are living in a different time where all

heart and soul, dreams caught in rewind.


© Thom Amundsen 8/2020

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