The wind rips
Through the night
My chance at sleep
Blows right by.
Warm waves of the ocean
Crash outside my window
Sand pelts the glass…
Oh, how I wish this could be so.
But my Indiana house
Up on the hill
Leans into winter
Creaking, complaining, the roof and the sill.
I feel the same creak
Complain through my bones
Tired of winter
Just like my home.
So again I’ll close my eyes
Try to drift off to sleep
To the sweet sound of the ocean
By the wind in the trees.
But it roared all night
Through my darkened dreams
Disturbing and fierce
A relentless scream.
I ran and I hid
A long tunnel with no light
A train rushing toward me
Always out of sight.
Suddenly it quiets
At 6:30 in the morn’
I sigh with relief
It’s the end of the storm.
The hum of the silence
Is loud in my ears
My body aches from the hours
Of wrestling my fears.
Like Jacob, I awaken
With new vision, a new eye
And I wonder what my name is
After this windswept night.
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