the wind is shouting

today
has rattled my cage.
unsettled me,
annoyed me.

tiny unseen elfish hands
have scuppered my best-laid plans.

time
for a coffee break.
a mug of Joe.
then another.

to escape from this tedium.
this incessant, gnashing humdrum.

elbow
on window sill.
i am torpid.
morbidly inert.

the parking lot looks nice.
i can see my car in the distance.

trees,
dark and black, shake.
the wind is shouting.
the sky is falling.

triple glazing keeps the outside out
and the inside in. nature, pissed of, pouts.

ring-ring
the telephone.
cue reality.
head-shaky-wakey-wakey.

desk.
chair swivels.
round and round
in this insidious merry-go-round.

i fold some paper. google ‘irrational behaviour’
stumble on a promise that ‘Jesus is my Lord and Saviour’

outside
trees,
dark and black, shake.
the wind is shouting.
the sky is falling.

walls and doors and responsibility
trap me in this corporate insanity.

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