Is The Wind So Innocent?

By Alex Menell

Around the leaves of the palm trees,
The wind swirls.
Blowing as if with an intention,
A purpose.

It makes the ocean attack the sands
That it once bowed down to.
Making everything
Change its course.

The birds land on the gravelly shore,
Instead of swooping low by the water
For a delightful snack.

The children,
Who normally rejoice
In the clear salt waters around the gulf,
Run inside to hide
From the usually innocent force,
From the sky.

As the sun reigns again,
The fearful winds retreat
With a final blow,
A blow so fierce to knock
A person off their feet.

The sun reaches up,
And pulls itself to the top
Of the bright blue sky,
To find that it’s too late.

Everyone is gone.