Afraid Of The Wind?

My soul is calm,
The night is windy.

The leaves swirl and
Crinkle in cornered eddies--
The night forces her spirit
Into rustling trees and excited bushes.

Am I afraid of the wind?

I sit alone and listen alone,
Yet, not alone with the night.
My soul is calm,
The night is windy.

Black Van Gogh secretly visits me,
But then jumps down from my trestle.
I guess he didn't expect anyone
At his favorite porch, sitting in his
Favorite feline chair, at this hour,
Asking himself if he's afraid of the wind.

Maybe he's right.
How could I explain
To some stranger that'd
See me sitting alone under
This dim lamp, in Van Gogh's
favorite feline chair,
That I was afraid of the wind?

My soul is windy,
And the night is now calm,
And Black Van Gogh says
He likes it likes it this way.

Written by Johnathon Gallagher 11-24-81