calmas I lay here in the morning,
listening to you play
as you rattle the wind chimes.
Is it time
to face another day?
I crack open an eye –
My room is still too gray
for me to want to stir.
Must be rainy.
O Wind, sweet Wind,
I whisper
couldn’t you just blow it all away?
Laughing, the winds rattle the chimes again,
as if to say
no.
