To go simply

The fickle wind finds me.  Again
How long have I huddled
Behind these walls of pain
Merry miserable to go simply
Through lives as sunny rain?

So I start into the whirlpool
Long ago and far future combine
And casts up a card.  The Fool
of heart or is it mind
That should this fortress rule?

Harmonized howls from without
And within unsettle my soul
Casting certainty into doubt
As the wind plays its tricks,
As the whirling visions mount

No safe haven exists anymore
To go without and the wind fail to catch
Or stay inside as visions outpour
To drive the sins uncommitted
Into a reality of forever more

Cracks and crevices mar the wall
In premature triumph cries the wind
Game revealed I answer the call
Reaching into the seer pool
Without fear I let myself fall

New baptized in my return
With whirlpool gone and wind silenced
The walls reforged from fire burn
Nothing remains but solitude
That which so easily is earned.

(originally 1998)