Unknown Winds

An empty soda bottle rolls down the street

::Clickity clack, clickity clack::

As I watch it tumble in the wind

I wonder how it got there

and if it knew where it was going

Suddenly I see trash strewn

Across the entire yard

A black trash bag, a Capris Sun juice pouch,

some candy wrappers, and a smashed QT cup

Unevenly littering the ground

Did someone have a party?

As I pondered,

the empty soda bottle jumped the curb and joined them

This must be the final resting place

for those who get blown around by the wind

Did they know this was where they'd end up?

Did they allow the wind to carry them to congregate?

Or were they forced together by the same fate?

Did they even have a choice?

If they did what difference would it make?

They may not know where they're going

in this now unfamiliar world,

but the wind does.

It can change in an instant.

Be prepared for the unknown.