Craziness in the Wind

Like a Genie sprung from it's bottle the  whirling winds 

erupt and descend upon me. Cold and punishing 

battering my cardboard sleeping quarters. Nighttime

canopy of stars provided no solace or comfort. 

Tussling, turning , fighting the airborne elements 

seemingly for hours. Not any reprieve in sight for

this is my life. Morning light eventually appears

and that crazy wind lessens it's aggression.

I rise up , gather myself and begin another 

day of survival.