The World is flat, the Wind is nothing

As if the world were flat
and there were no
obstacles to exemplify
anything, except that

The wind is sightless,
soundless and infinitely
boundless. You could take
one finger up to contest

Its prodigal behaviour,
a silent trembler on a
silent smoothness:
there is no dreaded power.

As if the wind itself were
nothing, and incurs a
reputation through each
elevation, each something.

But the world is never stark
or exact, with all beings defined
by just that – the roughs
and troughs, not by the flats.


Simon Peter Everett, 2009 ©