Restless, again

[Chava]

Restless is
Catching up with me
Gnawing at my concious
With it’s usual vigor.
Attacks my listless
Movements
Wrapping me in feathers
Tickling me to move.
Closed my doors
And windows
To the rushing
Winds.
From where I sit
I see the moving trees
Leaves wisked away
To a new exciting place.
Concealed
In my room
Thouroughly isolated
I can feel
The wind outside
Attacking my common senses.