I had a dream, and this is how it went

For the NaPoWriMo prompt. Not at all sure this is what was intended, but I had this wild and lovely dream this morning and wanted to write it down.

Painting by J´´ózef Chelmonski

I had a dream, and this is how it went

I was in my parent’s house,
the house I know so well,
unchanging where it stands
in its granite memory,

and I had in mind to make a stir,
shake up the little world of fields and cows,
the track of blue and green and shiny stones,
the elder tree beyond the wall,
starling-noisy, their cocky vulgarity,

so I took a bag of sea salt,
grey as North Sea waves,
brine-sticky crystals that winked
with deep sea stories,

walked to the top of the track
and tossed a handful in the air.

The wind that warm day
came out of the sky and
swirled them into snowstorm life.

I tossed some more with each step
back down the track,
made grey the sky
and dense with flying flakes.

I shook the empty bag into the wind,
its roaring voice louder than
starling chatter, tractor drone,

the house a blur, the wall, the gate,
and someone shouted,
Come home!

But I stood at the gate,
warm amid the storm of feather-flakes,
listening to the tumult of the wind,
and smiled.