She calls heaven by secret names
her
words loosed to the eddies of the wind
bare feet tread grass, hands trail across sky
gathering clouds
"I call you— "
earth shudders beneath the stamp and twirl of
three-year-old feet
"Wind— "
garden pinwheel spins
birds of paradise raise wings
sound of a thousand cranes
"Come—wind!"
she laughs, triumphant
hair of lightening
eyes of thunder