I’m hame at last—Berlin hingin ahint ma eenlike neon through haar.The streets ran smooth,trams slidin clean as thought.Then the airport shut—runways clasped,an I stayed langer than meant,a body caughtat the seam o weather.Noo the storm’s here tae.The Ressie’s black wi it,watter shoved intae banks,telt whit shape tae tak.Man-made, aye—but no obedientwhen the wind gets haud.I…