This Blows

What blows in Hurricane is wind—
Unpretentious, unportentous,
Unrelenting wind. (Alright. Sure—

It briefly relents now and then.)
It blows when it’s sunny, cloudy,
Or there’s a real storm coming in.

(Real storms hardly ever come in.)
It blows down rows of garbage cans.
It blows the mail out of your hands.

It makes rat’s nests of women’s hair.
It staggers the man with a limp.
It means absolutely nothing.

This change in all weather’s the change
That never stops changing, that just
Blows. Never began and won’t end,

Not so long as anybody
Has been around to withstand it
Or can stay around Hurricane.