Day 117

Today's words:

Balcony
Tide
Wind
President
Match
General

I stood on the balcony
Watching the tide
Recede and feeling the light wind,
Thinking, "A president
"Is no match
"For a general."

The general
Waved to the people from a balcony.
He'd not met his match
Yet; the tide
Of opinion was in his favor, and the President
Was swinging in the wind.

Don't wind
Me up like that; in general
I support our President.
But there on the balcony
I could see the tide
Shift and knew he'd met his match.

She held the lit match
In the air and let the wind
Blow it out.  Like the tide, 
Feelings rise and ebb, and the general
Was in full force there on the balcony,
Knowing he and the President

Would soon butt heads. The President
Wasn't one to concede a match
Easily; he'd had his own moments on the balcony.
The people still loved him, whichever way the wind
Of opinion blew. The general
Was merely surfing a rising tide.

And when that tide
Receded, the President
Would still be there; the general
Would know then what a true match
Was. I felt the wind
Begin to shift as I stood on the balcony.

The revolution went out with the tide, like a spent match.
The President remained in power as the wind
Of public opinion blew the general off the balcony.