whirl on the wind

In New York City, PS 17, there is a third period Geometry class in room 236. Today, one of the students in that class was bored out of her mind. Maybe more than one student, actually. But I can olny speak for myself.

Swirls of snow
Fly against glass
Making patterns of our lives
Whirl on the wind

I looked out the window and saw the snow falling. Snow falling. Such a bad term. Completely inaccurate. Is that your nature rubbing off on me, that I'm so concerned with accuracy now? But falling is the wrong word. It flies, swirls, twists off in little eddies of wind... So fascinating to watch.

Thoughts fly like snow
Drifting
Going ev'ry which way
Undecided as to pattern
Whirl on the wind

Is it snowing in Japan now? Maybe you're looking ot the window too, watching it float and whirl on the wind. Probably not. You'd be paying attention to the teacher... Always so worried about grades. And in advanced classes, too, so you need to pay attention. Still, it would be neat if you were watching, thinking the same as I for a moment.

What decides us?
Snow
Driven by wind, gravity, laws of
Nature
Us
Driven by what? no controlling forces
Maybe
Whirl on the wind

Maybe I could fly away to you, my spirit flying like the snow, all the way to Japan, to be with you again. I could whirl away on the wind, my soul drifting among the soft snow. Of course, if I told you this you'd laugh and think me silly. Such a literalist... But doesn't the uncertianity principle say that anything is possible?

Snow lighter than air
Soul lighter than snow
But bodies weigh us down
Hold us back
We cannot
Whirl on the wind
But maybe in spirit
Thoughts nothing, no force on earth
Controls
We still
Whirl on the wind

I can't leave, though. Humans are not built for flight, my biology teacher says. We are too heavy. But still, can't our souls fly? Isn't that what music is? Our spirits can fly, if our hearts are not too heavy. So in a way, I have flown from this boring classroom to your side, borne on the wings of wind.