don't want what you cannot be

the wind rushed up to me yesterday
and gave me a resounding slap,
to warn me
not to write more poetry about the fury of the wind.
the sea joined in, in agreement,
and scolded me for the silly verses about drowning.
the next morning,
when I thought all is calm,
the sun pounded my head, and burned my eyes
and told me to stop throwing my rhymes at him,
because all it does is to make him burn brighter in anger.

and so I admitted to them,
i've learned my lessons!
from now on, i will write only of the darkness
cold and still and sharp and bitter,
unforgiving and open to bad verses.

my friend, the darkness.
he never asks me why.
only who.