I watch the little boy
\nbecome a whirlwind!
\nHe stirs every leaf.
\nHe snares the sun in his shadow.
\nHe yells like a Banshee
\nafraid of its image.
\nHe cries.
\nHe laughs.
\nHe is the storm inside a rainbow.
\nHe never rests.
\nHe perches on the table,
\nhides behind the drapes.
\nThen suddenly, silence settles!<\/p>\n
He is nowhere to be seen
\nHe has disappeared.
\nI look at the ceiling,
\nthe first place he would go,
\nin a miraculous alchemy of physics,
\nsprouted wings and flown away.
\nBut no sign of him.
\nHave the gypsies taken him?
\nHas he found the ultimate hiding place?
\nWas he, after all,
\nconfusion and noise,
\na figment of my imagination?
\nI am blind.<\/p>\n
I am deaf.
\nI want to hear him shout,
\nto race through the room.
\nTo pull the cloth off the table.
\nThen an explosion!
\nI hear boy noise,
\ndeafening,
\nlike an engine gaining speed.<\/p>\n
I see a blur,
\nMy heart starts racing.
\nDisaster is back.
\nThe silence is broken.
\nI am at peace
\nwatching his tidal wave approach,
\narms outspread.
\nHe is well,
\nHe is happy.
\nCatastrophe has returned
\nto give Papa a hug.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I watch the little boy become a whirlwind! He stirs every leaf. He snares the sun in his shadow. He yells like a Banshee afraid…<\/p>\n