Rheinstein Windmill House Overlooking Ditch Plains in Montauk, NY ~Ben Kasazkow
Who Tames The Wind?
by MFrostDelaney
If ever there was space that looked like this –
a giant house alone in such a place
where plains stretch out as far as eyes can see,
it would be ripe for capturing the wind.
Yet even when the clouds encroach there’s bliss,
that silence just before a storm’s embrace,
the threat to cast down much atrocity,
to have its forceful way, is tamed and dinned.
By whom? And why? And for how long? Just wait.
The deities who rule the atmosphere
Don’t answer to the logic of man’s mind.
They form a front, and thinking like a fox
they cleverly entwine themselves. Innate
how gods enmesh, escape, and then appear
as rain and wind, as if the ties that bind
become one force. A being. Then it knocks.
And when a door is opened, wind is cast
into a mill where spirits tame its blast.
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