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
