the wind blows
rattles letterboxes
swirls leaves into piles bangs garden gates
whistles tunes through the trees...
and blows people into our lives
people that
if the wind hadn't blown
if the letterboxes hadn't rattled
if the leaves didn't swirl
and the garden gates hadn't banged
these meetings might not have occurred
if this wind had not swirled these people into our lives
then our lives would be the poorer for it
but alas
as the wind blows people into our lives
so does it blow them out again...
but remember
even if it does
we will be all the better for having known them.
(RIP Ian)
