What’s Blowing in the Wind

Friday morning,

July, Hong Kong

on my way to Stanley

waiting for the bus,

warm breeze blows

but cools me still

people watching,

meandering thoughts

What’s blowing in the wind?

Newspapers,

it’s all bad

troubled world, many ails

distorted views,

so much anger

blind rage stoked by ignorance

and unwillingness

to seek that middle ground

What’s blowing in the wind?

Shifting thoughts

and where are you my love?

so far away, but still,

beating in my chest

hidden times, hidden places

from zero to heaven

In four o seven

where it all began

And what’s blowing in the wind?

Off the bus now

sailing through that

Sea of Asian eyes

while listening to Red Eyed Blues

love that sax

will they like it?

does it matter?

what’s at stake?

What’s blowing in the wind?

Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2002

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These words are exactly what popped into my head as I was doing this, watching the world unfold and somewhat preoccupied with my music. These words came out after I had recently finished recording my first CD and Red Eyed Blues is one of the tracks. It had been released to Asian countries and Europe and there I was, wondering if I was going to have any luck with this album, or am I missing the boat. www.cdbaby.com/Artist/HenriFerguson

I have been writing mostly rhyming poetry and this was one of my first attempts at free verse.