On waking I believe
A careless wind has swept my thoughts
away
I had a dream of nice and warm
to get me through the
day
but wind had else in mind for
me
she wrested words for fun
and whirled them high
and ruffled them
and all the letters came
undone
and now I chase them here and
there
they scatter deftly through the
air
and run amok beneath the trees
and sweep the walk and rush the
leaves
and what is left
but sit
and stare
and
breathe

Sara Mathews     November 2022

Artwork ~ Kiyoshi Nakajima