Monday Poem

The Politics of Wind

There is something that loathes a vacuum,
high pressure to low, breeze is of disequilibrium,
there will be calm without it.

The greater the absence here
the fiercer the blast from there,
the more thorough the vacancy there
the deeper the absence here.

To breathe, lungs must be partially void,
it’s in the nature of things:
breath tends toward equilibrium,
as does wise governance.

The power of wind, like that of populations,
may be exploited as well; disequilibrium
breeds contempt, contempt breeds gales,
but equilibrium, like the exchange of love,
is calm, is peacefully still.

Jim Culleny
© 4/16/22, rev 8/6/23