I wrote this poem. I don't like naming poems, because I like the idea of letting poems be subject to liberal interpretation, and a name seems to categorically focus the poem. But I also think poems should have names, because calling something "unnamed" seems pretentious. So I'm calling this one "a cold wind".

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a cold wind

invisible and unapproachable

reminded me of the summer

and chastised me

i was self focused

i let it go too easily

was it changed

when it pressed

resisted

redirected

passed

not turning to look back

not even once

i will never see the wind

someone else will experience it

it won't know or care

how much it changed me

how often it inspires me to write

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Just wanted to get that out here. I'll probably come back and edit it later or something.

"They changed it. It's not there anymore."