The Breeze

The breeze blowing though the screen feels like a break through.
"Look at the wind," I say to my children,
as if wind can be seen.
but outside, leaves are shaking, wind chimes clinking
not of their own strength,
and I can feel the breath of God
cool on my shoulders and whispering loud
beneath comprehension (just.)
(What did you just say)
pushing it's way into this house and shaking shaking
shaking a few things as if
to put them back to rights again.