© 2014 Marica

Hanging out the washing

The wind is back.
Relentlessly blowing
Messing with my head.
I feel scrambled and confused.
Unsettled.

Howling
Hurling
Whirling
Whoosing.

Relentless.
Finding all the gaps
Rattling windows, doors and anything that’s not tied down.
The incessant noise.
It crescendos
Dies down
Lulling you falsely into thinking it’s gone.

Wham!
I’m struck in the face by a sheet drying on the washing line
The force of it stuns me
Such unexpected violence.
The fight is on
My face hurts
Determined
I keep going.
I can barely stand upright.

Wellington
Where the winds blow hard.
Its not for the meek or mild.

Manifesto
14. Every day the ordinary can be the extraordinary.
32. Every day have a laugh.
48. Every day there are things you can’t change. You can change the way you think about them and deal with them.

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