A Poem By Marcia Thornton

Mariah, how the winds of change

With suspiration rearrange

The minute order of my day

With easy urging you hold sway

Your subtle currents beckon sweet

My open arms your breezes meet

Mariah whisper to me wise

And grant me aspiration’s prize

Expend your breath of fate my dear

And list the stars that house my fear

Exhale upon my fall and flight

And time and clarity aright

Dispel my pain and show me how

Bestow your blessing on my brow

But don’t blow gently on my mind

Instead fling fortune to the blind

For I am never done with you

Come keen the cry of lovers true

Blast on and bray and disarrange

Play on and play oh winds of change

For yours is the benighted air

Of those who know desire’s cares

As well the importuning gasp

Of those caught in misfortune’s clasp

Bend low, Mariah, blow on me

Be it a zephyr light and free

Or be it hurricane and storm

To either I’ll amend my form

For I know destiny is naught

But granting what my life allots

For I am never done with fate

Let keen the cry of what awaits

Incant the prayers of the deranged

But never stay the prearranged

Marcia Thornton

Thursday, December 10, 2020

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