“Wild wind, wild wind, blow me away. I want to feel the shreds of my life torn away.”
And the wind blows, and passing windows rattle, and so I laugh, I try turning up my coat, and I curse. Papers fly, packets flap and twist, trapped in eddies, then flying free.
I turn and turn, but cannot turn away. I see a crazed cat hopping into trees, running in ever decreasing circles. But still the wind shrieks, how it blows, and sounds low and low.
As for me, I trudge on, eyes stung, skin stinging, sleeves flailing in the air.
And so the wind blows, and sends my peace far, far away. And I wonder where my joy is, this strange wind-filled day.