atmosphere

Once 

I followed the wind in LA

to see where it would take me,

paying attention to little tugs

and questions

like when it wanted to lead me

across the street on a bicycle,

I really wondered then

where I was going

and even what I was dealing with

because it didn't seem random

or even ordered

but more like gentle kisses

as dawn broke

Strangely,

I never ended up in apartment complexes

or in jail,

I would just move

however it happened to suggest

with the Santa Anas 

coming from the South

and then sometimes

the westerlies

moving me East and away

from those bleak LA seas.

I guess 

I ended up here

which in some sense of the phrase

is a triumph and Beautiful,

as though those winds

were nettled with true and false paths

that settled, carried, tore away, and gave

in direction, caress, lies, and sometimes

with it in your face trying to keep your scarf from staying on,

I feel there is something in that

but I feel too lazy

to describe the changes

how the airs would filter me through different situations

until you realize that maybe zephyrs

are a metaphor for human life

and the way we move

which is an easy thing to forget when driving

unless you are almost blown off the road

or when you are inside all the time

with nothing but settled demesne