“Wind,” New Era, Aug. 1992, 24


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.

Photos by Michelle Doxey