...And the Wind

And the wind blows

me this way

and the wind drags

me that way.

And a yo ho ho

down in the well.

Down it knocks me

into the depths

where hands filled with

too many other things

are unable to catch

the bits of soul.

And the well is

still deep,

And the wind

still blows

And yo ho ho

there should be more than

rum to cushion this fall.