Shine on You

today i can hear you
powerful as before
only disturbing in your wrath
pieces of this container
of orthodoxy
spring from their disunion
with the earthen walls
that hold me up here
near the chimney-tops:
disused in their
ghostliness
views of childhoods
spent, ever-trying
to get 'in' to school
when the lure of the bike shed
tended to pool
the attentions of all
who resided within those
rusty walls
of solemnity.
I could hear you then
As i do now
pulled to you in your gale
fond of you as you avail yourself
every opportunity to blow
bashfully past the faces that
wish to smile.

then the wind roars
and i wonder
was that you?