A Windy Day

I can hold an hour in the palm of my hand
but the minutes and the seconds are like grains of sand
that slip through my fingers
and are blown far away
by the wild wind blowing on a windy day

I can hold a thought in my mind for a while
till the thought and my thinking cease to reconcile
then it slips through the cracks
and is blown far away
by the wild wind blowing on a windy day

But I’ll hold you in my arms till the cows come home
needing naught but the honey in our sweet honeycomb
where we’re safe from the weather
and we won’t be blown away
by the wild wind blowing on a windy day