Captured.
The wind sees naught.
Sun moon and stars outshine
with caution for they are not blind
knowing gale\'s blow cannot be altered.
The wind hurls darts.
His lash is not aimless
for evoking high waves breakers
are heightened then flattened when calm.
The wind works alone.
With rush Simoon entraps
air as he lifts cottage latches
and howls loudly to make himself known.
Yet wind is captured.
In the mill\'s mighty sails
decides not to be enslaved
but writhes caught inside man-made paddles.