God is my friend

 

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

 

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