The Wind.

The Wind. The Wind It starts out as a conversation and ends up raging in a voice beyond reason a courier of unease jabbing a finger into your chest crossing a line it began as a walk with talk in whispered tones sharing moments of embarrassment and regret like in the early throes of love then something about the painter at the party who made a clumsy pass in the kitchen touching your breasts and ass what painter it was nothing he was drunk you never mentioned this before in a voice pushing against the velvet curtain of the night the wind is like that it starts out as a conversation and ends up raging stealing the air from your lips and slamming it against the side of your face and the bed shakes in the pounding gale in the house built on a hill overlooking the sea and the roof struts hum in dark tones the wind plucking hard at the clapboard and the shingles as it races in and out of the trees like a lover in a game of hide and seek with no intention of ever being found and the child within is rattled by the force parents in another room raging and mean spirited conjured by a B movie medium the wind is like that it starts out civil and ends up with its shoes off its stockings torn at the toes kicking against the door having forgotten the keys Stephen Zeifman is the author of The Family Man (Exile Editions,1998), The Good Friend (Exile Editions, 2000) and The Ben Calder Story(Exile Editions, 2005), three novels composing "The TorontoTrilogy" Peripheral Vision (Exile Editions, 2002), a novella,stands off to one side. His poetry has appeared in a number of journalsand he has performed spoken word live in Toronto and Upper Amherst Cove.Currently he is reading Safe Haven by Larry Gaudet, The Writings ofDavid Thompson, Volume 1, and The Coming Insurrection by the InvisibleCommittee. He divides his time between Toronto and Port Rexton,Newfoundland.