Listen

Every time it sings
I spring like a cat,
Even though
It’s just the wind.
There is rain, big droplets of dreariness
Big droplets in lazy city streets
People swim by like fish
Headlights like eyes shine through the mist
Unblinking, not really breathing.
Not stopping to look
Beyond the sunset --
Outside
Our world of hazy fragmentation
Small moments are rare.
Magnify them.
Splashing down and making sounds
That don’t compare to your voice
Telling me it’s just the wind,
Just the wind.
Calming me like
Grandmother with her tears of tea
There it goes again,
Like a screaming child.
It’s just the wind,
Just the wind.
Wind that tickles the chimes outside
Wind that screams for
Peace.