Good morning, morning.
Sometimes the summer air
blows sideways through my hair
and past my eyes
and reminds me that we
are all connected.
The distance between us
never really mattered
much-
when the wind blows as fast
as it does.
How I long for those
summer storms
when the wind has no regard
for its surroundings,
we all move.
The heat, the rain
all come so quickly
in succession
and I will just stand there
and laugh.
The thunder, the lightening
don’t scare me
like they scared off the birds
scattering
and daises closed.
The storm always passes
and with it comes a
fresh crisp summer morning
and the wind
blows sideways in my hair.
