“So high I almost touch the sky/ Thank you, thank you/ Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings” – Bette Midler
Have you heard of Kaladin Stormblessed?
The slave who became the storm,
defied the odds, and overcame
everything thrown his way?
One with the wind, nearing godhood,
enduring death-dealing hardships
to keep Bridge Four together,
he’s riding the tempest in
another world, while I sit in my
office cubicle, punching numbers,
the wind sweeping away boughs
and leaves outside while I’m
at my desk, a picture of my wife
meaning nothing, the rhythms of
romance and lovemaking now reduced
to plodding cadences, the monotone,
washing the world a skeletal white,
and I, a walking cadaver,
neither knowing Eden’s breeze nor
Aeolus’ fury.
For dVerse
Photo by Khamkéo Vilaysing on Unsplash
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