There is no wind on the moon at all
Yet things get blown about.
In utter utter stillness
Your candle shivers out.
In utter stillness
A giant marquee
Booms and flounders past you
Like a swan at sea.
In utter utter stillness
While you stand in the street
A squall of hen and cabbages
Knocks you off your feet.
In utter utter stillness
While you stand agog
A tearing twisting sheet of pond
Clouts you with a frog.
A camp of caravans suddenly
Squawks and takes off.
A ferris wheel bounds along the skyline
Like a somersaulting giraffe.
Roots and foundations, nails and screws,
Nothing can hold fast,
Nothing can resist the moon's
Dead-still blast
Thursday, December 20, 2012
MOON AND WIND - POEM
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