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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