Wind Tap-Tapping

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Eleven stories up

The West Wind seems ferocious

Sometimes a cadence

Sometimes a roar.

Tapping on that pull cord

For window blinds.

Calling me to come

Outside.

Brave some sun and exposure.

Meet some folks.

Spend some hours.

On sidewalk, seated

With smiling passers-by.

Join harp chords

With His percussion.

As if we had long

Practised the routines.

Weighed the pros and cons.

NNNOTT!

They are spontaneous.

Coming from long

Deposited melodies.

Of the Race.

Holding the repertoire

Of a world in pain, struggle

Occasional laughter

And Hope.

Yes, Hope from 

The Wind and I.

Together.

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