Whirlwind, by Til Turner

Whirlwind

June sweat meandered down my brow
as I daydreamed out the classroom window   The teacher’ s voice was muted by restless,
shifting bodies, writhing at their desks   Throbbing faces turned as one
to speed the plodding clock   Recess – swelled to bursting – unleashed
a thunderstorm of feet   Through the steel doorway all of us ran
flooding the playground – a delta of children   The sun, melting and naked,
squinted our eyes, visored by hands   Running, you brushed past me
to the burnished, towering jungle gym   Turning, I focused on a wonder,
mesmerized and dazzled   The whirlwind was the first I’ d ever seen
It raced across the playground shifting, turning, dancing   Every gyration brought it closer
to the bars on which you sat   Then the spinning dust collided
with your dangling, slender legs   A swirling wind caressed me as I traced
a path up glistening flesh to a skirt lifted briefly by a breeze   You shifted your weight for modesty,
your rising brows questioning me   Looking down I saw dirt upon my shoes
and realized I’ d never bowed my head except for prayer   The sudden bell of order blared
and the tide of children ebbed   You brushed past before filing close to me
your hair was gold and tousled, yet smelled of sweat and steel   As class resumed we took our seats,
glanced at the teacher, then smiled   The teacher’ s voice was distant
as you scribbled on some paper   I heard you faintly whisper
as I gazed out of the window   And I longed to be near the
jungle gym with a whirlwind blowing through you

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