For Home … yet.

All around me

Energy is being thrown at tall, bland walls;

Pounding, pumping legs,

Spinning numbers, belts,

Reds, silvers, greys.

And me?

I lie here, barely the right side

Of being able to breathe;

Hearing, faintly, the call of

The wide, wild blue.

Now, I am faithful as all hell –

Trust me, friend,

It has been tested –

Just not ready to

Set out

For home yet.

Rough Wind

Clean wind, this morning

Straightens the banners,

Spreads the colours.

 

Rough wind, this morning:

A new kid in the

Wide playground sky,

Not sure of his own power,

His own place,

Testing the order, the establishments.

Clouds lean away,

Sensing difference, challenge,

Lose shape, cohesion;

Flee

 

Placid-for-the-moment,

Orange-balloon sun,

Teacher on duty, watches

From horizon distance –

Much closer than her charges –

Recognises untamed energy,

Welcomes the new spirit;

Observing all with a

Knowing smile.

 

21/11/2012