Thoughts, like scattered leaves, rattle around my head.

The east wind blows, and off I go.

Will I ever lose those extra pounds … or finish the book I’m writing? 

Has the President lost his mind?

The west wind blows, and off I go.

Do we have enough money to see us through … is the market going to crash?

Eight bucks a loaf for Dave’s Killer Bread!

The north wind blows and off I go.

Should I take my bood pressure this morning … or just let it ride?

Maybe it’s better not to know.

The south wind blows and off I go.

Why haven’t they called us back, after that pleasant dinner we shared?

Are we being cancelled?

Poor me, tossed by the wild, wild winds.

How am I to gather my scattered senses?

Is there a place, somewhere under heaven, where we can find our center?

Is there a peace that surpasses understanding?