Wild Wind

by Deidre Abrahamsson

The air is heavy
with promise.
A new morning.
Grey clouds
tinged black.
The bare trees
wave in protest
against the warmth.
They want to sleep,
and I do too.
Snuggled under
Gavin's blanket,
lost in an amusement park
blurred between Liseberg
and New York City.
With only a few kronor
in my pocket,
not even enough for a ride--
and they don’t invite me,
invisible--
and Kate on the phone--
I’ll meet you ar 3rd Avenue
and 5th.
Or was it 5th and 3rd?
Heading west.
A cat cries, waking me.
I rush to get ready
and run for the train--
not a peep from Gavin--
caught up in the wild wind.
The air is heavy with promise.