“Wind,” New Era, Aug. 1992, 24
Wind
I saw him one day,
shaking my flowers
I watched him one day,
trying to push the palm tree
I felt him one day,
pulling on my hair
I wondered one day,
why he carried away so many twigs
I laughed one day,
when he knocked my brother over
I wished one day,
that I could be as free as he,
wished that I could go where I
pleased without being seen
But then one day,
I heard him crying in my chimney
because he couldn’t
find his way home.