God is my friend
In shifting light
of a windy day
I write this
I am outside
sitting among ferns
To my left is
a corner of bay
Ants walk on rocks
The wind disguises the sounds
of cicadas and birds
This is were I
spent my childhood
I can hear a dog’s bark
on the hill behind
When I touched
a sunlit fern leaf
it was blown from me
When I close my eyes
I see disturbed sand
sinking to the bottom
The low clouds
move quickly
I find sleep,
awakened by birds and ants