The wind <br />talking with the voices <br /> <br />of the trees <br />as if a ventriloquist <br /> <br />or playing now <br />that discarded twisted trumpet <br /> <br />etched in frost <br />a long lonely note <br /> <br />a hanging <br />pub sign <br /> <br />THE DOG & DUCK <br /> <br />trying to break free <br />unleased by the wind's fury <br /> <br />turning yesterday's TIMES <br />into many storied seagulls <br /> <br />MAN. U'S LOSS! <br />flying in my face <br /> <br />making me swerve <br /> <br />wobble <br />almost topple <br />oops <br />off <br /> <br />the bicycle threatening <br />to become <br /> <br />airborne <br />with every gust <br /> <br />unpegging a sheet <br />from a clothsline <br /> <br />losing its mind <br /> <br />as if it created <br />a ghost <br /> <br />that chases me <br />down the street <br /> <br />with great gusto <br />urging the garden gnomes <br /> <br />to come alive <br /> <br />inching up <br />the crazy paving <br /> <br />towards the house <br />steadfast as a fortress <br /> <br />before shattering <br />their hopes of invasion <br /> <br />scattering their gaily coloured <br />shards <br /> <br />I...I...I <br />balancing on my bike <br /> <br />each bone shaking <br />each bolt & nut <br /> <br />threatening to come loose <br /> <br />on into the valley <br />of the wind's breath <br /> <br />into the teeth <br />of the gale <br /> <br />a hat & scarf <br />running down the road <br /> <br />all <br />by themselves <br /> <br />racing an inside-out <br />umbrella <br /> <br />the wind <br />like a big bad wolf <br /> <br />then turning a corner <br />in my mind the unkind wind <br /> <br />turning kind <br />its hand <br /> <br />on my behind <br /> <br />goosing me along <br />until I fall <br /> <br />into my child's <br />welcoming smile.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/til-daddy-comes-home-for-ruthie/
