Cinq-cinquaine

Today, a cinq-cinquaine; tomorrow, a clerihew.

A wind
As strong as love:
It's terrifying here--
So loud that you can feel
it fall.

I feel
as though I should
go in, or somehow try
to fix what falls from this old porch,
to pull

the trees
and branches down
with string from kites that hang
on our old walls like diagrams
of bone

or cast
a hunter's net
over my own backyard.
(to pull in leaves and rakes and old
rose-buds?

you're mad!
no creature seeks
a prey so large, so dense
it seems too light for truth itself.
Go in.)