Tuesday, October 28, 2008


The wind
It cries like my baby boy
My insides respond to the sound
Instincts demand action
Calm the boy
Quiet the sound

The sound is not my baby
My house is quiet
My house is asleep
But the wind is awake
Furiously awake
It competes with no one

It cries and cries and cries
I listen and listen and listen

I am awake

Sleep does not come to a mother who hears her baby boy crying in the wind