I walk the line

I went for a walk on this blustery day.
I walk alone.
wind whipping my face.
eyes stinging from the shear force of the gale.

no summer zephyr
no light breezes
this wind demands your respect.

trees snapping
signs blowing off their posts
howling mad
this wind expects you to understand its power

I walk alone.
the pain of the cold pushes through my coat.
The chill hits my body.
I walk alone.

The wind will also know to respect me.

I walk alone.
The cold hits my teeth
they begin to chatter with conviction
I walk the line alone.

This wind will respect me.