The Day My Windsock Ran Away (Almost)
by Keith C. Heidorn

- Last night:
- My windsock ran away
- Almost.
- Finally succumbing to the call of the wildwind,
- A call often heard, a siren's song.
- Being a child of the wind
- I have often been pulled by a gale
- To leave the confines I call home.
- Being a child of the wind
- The sock released its grip from the eve hook
- Falling into the arms of Mother Gale.
- It left last night
- When the wind raged
- Tearing clouds to fluttering rags
- Of fleeing flannel, white and grey,
- But did not go far.
- I found it in the grasp of the blackberry bush
- Nabbed in mid-flight by the long arm
- Of the laws of gravity and motion.
- Its brief life as a fugitive
- Ended
- Wet, soiled, a little tattered,
- Forlorn, confined, a little sad.
- I, however, was joyed to find it
- Close to home, for I love
- To watch it change expression
- With the unseen wind.
- Writhing, twisting, spinning.
- Jumps — double, triple, even a quad.
- Left — Right
- South — North
- Back — Away
-
- I sympathize too,
- For I have my hook
- Which binds me.
- Though I twist and turn
- Spin and writhe
- Leap and dance,
- Longing to go nowhere in particular
- But to follow the gale's whim.
- I too stay; I cannot cut my line.
Written by Keith C. Heidorn, PhD, THE WEATHER DOCTOR,
January 1, 2001
The Day My Windsock Ran Away (Almost) ©2001, Keith C. Heidorn, PhD. All Rights Reserved.
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