Disjointed wind chime by closed window, denied your true purpose, open the frame and set you free
Wind, can’t see it, but a real living thing, manifested in chimes, like Frankenstein’s monster
Invisible tendrils reaching out, gently caressing bells
Copyright John de Gruyther 2020
(Written as part of Jacqueline Suskin’s Every Day is a Poem course for One Commune, thanks for the inspiration).