The Saw-Blade Wind Chime Calls Me To Bed

Luckily,

 

my late husband built this wind-chime

out of dull old circular saw blades.

In a light breeze it does not even sway,

and after a storm it needs careful untangling.

But in a steady breeze or gusty wind,

it sets to clanging, bang-bang, clanging.

And on those days it is my job to stop

whatever I'm doing. Slow down. Listen.

If I listen carefully, I can hear him swearing

at whatever project is going wrong. Or

I hear him calling to me from the bedroom:

"It's late. When you coming to bed?"

And then a little later, sounding sad, 

"I'm in bed all alone." and later, sadder,
"There's nobody here but me." Until,

finally, I listen, and stop, and rest.