The Breeze
I see a summer mist
Looming around my being
Scarcely noticeable by others -
Their selfish minds never comprehending
What they do not see;
They cannot fathom - cannot imagine -
That such infinite generosity
Can indeed exist.

And yet,
I see a pleasant demeanor spilling over
Like unattended boiling water
I see a breeze
Hovering
Observing
Like the hawk circling his prey
Possibly unaware of my welcoming arms.

In the baking heat of June
I am chilled with excitement
Inviting the breeze to linger a while
As the longing multiplies,
Might the breeze
Strip the heat away.

November 2002