“Stand by me, hold me, bind me,

O ye blessed influences!”

—Herman Melville, Moby Dick

Unrelenting and wild,

the wind tosses the trees,

ruffling their nascent leaves

like the undulating waves of the sea.

I know the course I am on:

for years — my way, my guide,

like horses from a burning barn,

my blinders led the way.

Without reason or judgment, 

I trust all will be okay — yet

Hope, like Justice, is blind.

I am compelled to believe,

through thousands of soft nudges,

that I know where I must go.