Oh I could spin you tales of troughs aloft
How masses move between the poles and doldrums
Regale you with the intricacies of
The Polar High, La Niña and El Niño

And you’d be fascinated by the way
The air flows along isobars and boundaries
And how the cold fronts form when air slides under
The humid masses moving from the tropics

Or we could step outside and close our eyes
And be the wind

©Copyright William E. Webb, 2008