A Poem to the Wind.

Unreceived by all
The wind rattles the walls
Outside the window streetlights shaking
I fear the wind is breaking in
Nerves agitated, eyes half-closed
I’m dreaming of tornadoes

Gusts incite the trees to tantrums
The temperamental conductor phantom
Shakes his wrists and beckons fury
Outside these walls the air is blurry
Dirt steals its welcome under the door
The most upright crash to the floor

It breezes away, irate, unseen,
and kills some tender part of me.
Even when I’m lying still,
it’s always close enough to chill.
I locked my doors, I put up walls,
but still that aching wind it calls.