Deep down all is well

The wind tugs at my jacket

And as I fumble with my zip

The hood flaps hard

Sucking the air. A vortex

Of noise in my hair and face.

But inside at last

Hood pulled tight and fast

My breath hitting the fabric

Putting warmth in my cheeks

And with my hands buried deep

In pockets of gloves and pebbles

I find a small calm beneath

The flapping of my trousers,

The beating of my heart.

The intent of the wind

Pushes deep and deep down

All is well.