storm

Monday, '5th April.

sleep, and he awoken by the sound of wind in

the trees, wind making a wire somewhere hum.

Listen. From inside the house the sound is relaxing.

Sleep was sound, and deep. The wind in The

trees, a lullaby, or something, gradually, it is brighter. Draw back the curtains.

All the trees are being shaken, the wind roars

louder, hisses, whooshes.

Get up, tidy up the things hanging over the

edge of the suitcase, start sorting through the

things in the little  bag.

A camera, a lens, passports. Lay them all out

ut on the desk in the room. Search for the pen.

where it should be.

The hen is not

go out wto the living room. The storm

is louder here, bouts in other the hills.

Dublin is lost in a fog, and onthe other

side the cherry tree has lost it's blossoms, or

at least half of them. They are on the

ground like snow, white spots on the

ground.

The paris in the pocket of Htc packet on the

back at the chair. Where it had lean lift last

night. Bdwe the wind in the Dublin wowtains.