Watching windsock's demands <br />neither credentials <br />nor camouflage <br />no experience required <br />bar patience, <br />suppleness of thought. <br /> <br />They inform of things <br />beyond our control, <br />reflect that which is, <br />all catch a last gasp <br />going vertical <br />in stillest times. <br /> <br />Between the flurries boredom; <br /> <br />I've heard others complain <br />they who fail to recognise <br />the slightest shift, <br />those that seek instant <br />changes of direction, <br />part timers <br />fair weather watchers <br />lacking conviction. <br /> <br />When watching windsocks one must recognise <br />that attitudes <br />like gusts, <br />shift in an instant. <br /> <br />All you have to do is listen.<br /><br />Simon Bridges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/listen-158/
