Had I not been awake I would have missed it, A wind that rose and whirled until the roof Pattered with quick leaves off the sycamore And got me up, the whole of me a-patter, Alive and ticking like an electric fence: Had I not been awake I would have missed it It came and went too unexpectedly And almost it seemed dangerously, Hurtling like an animal at the house, A courier blast that there and then Lapsed ordinary. But not ever After. And not now.