I huddled near the fire
listened to the wind
making trees sound like waves crashing
and imagined the wind
a giant man
banging on the cabin walls
demanding entry
and wondered if I cowered
not letting him in
night passed
morning passed
the wind passed
in the afternoon I checked
the cabin was fine
there were no fist marks
the trees were fine
no boots had trampled among them
everything was fine
except my memories of me wondering
I was sure there was a lesson
waiting to be uncovered
but I never found the quilt
I never found the lesson
maybe it too sits inside
wondering if it cowers
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