Water, wind and light crowd together
for an admirable adventure
meanwhile
trees remain
shy onlookers
when wind returns
they manage to strike up
a conversation:
“Where did you go?” trees whisper
“many places” wind responds
“the surface of the sun
afterward the secret home for great fish
then we became a comet trail for birds
and looked down at eggshell earth
but then I returned
longing for the music
of your hair.”
Mary E. Croy, Madison