Only the Wind

Only the Wind

The wind is capricious. See
how it plays with the weather vane,
a mighty gust that sends the cock
spinning, a gentle breath that
turns its golden plumes to
catch the sun.
The arrow swings,
pointing this way and that,
like a child at blindman's bluff.
Does it blow out of the north today?
Or the south, the east, the west?
Only the wind knows.