concrete

the silence here

evokes contemplation

of days gone by 

and days to come

gusting winds

rattle my windows

i wonder if it's strong

enough to carry me

where my dreams 

have gone ahead

to predict the breeze

is no more sensible

than predicting my

own path

so rather than 

granting silence

the ability to

lure my thoughts

to steering

let me be more sensible

i look up as i look down

i'm thankful for this concrete