Wind

It is said; if you wear an ugly face

When the wind changes –

Your face will stay that way.

If the wind changes

While my heart is broken –

Will it stay that way too?

 

From the west it came

Carrying dust and sandflies.

My skin dried and grit filled my eyes.

I felt I’d never be the same.

 

This ill wind had blown no good.

To my despair was added discomfort.

Hopes for peace had come up short –

I let myself fall.