Night. No one will visit.
Lie still. When the wind is perfect
gaze to sky like this – is
wonder, is gratitude, is love.
Adrift when the wind sings
my mind oozes all squooshy things.
Wind, I say, what did you
see today? You! Have you seen my
daughter? Heavenly child,
is she alright? Night, is she one
to gaze to sky like this?
Gaze to sky like this. Humbled. Be.