Polar Vortex: A Foolishness

I do not even like 

the sound of it

the feeling of

the words upon

my tongue

imagines itself

stuck to the pole 

of my own foolishness

it doth not bode 

well for we 

dwellers of land 

best kept from 

vortices of any 

kind, let alone 

the polar variety – 

no cute and cuddly 

polar bear plushies 

here in vortex world

that there is a name 

for it brings no comfort

we do not name that

which is not – 

there is no need

yet how can a not-ness

be?

They know of the

whirling nothingness

of things

in the midwest

but I am of the mountains

where we eschew such

foolishness

for winds are direction-

bound here in the heights

of things – they do not,

they dare not – wander

about aimless, for 

the mountains would quick

rebuke them

and right so

for who is the wind

temporal

ephemeral

fleeting

non-thing thing

to do thus?

The mountains

and I would very

much like to know