Wind

Gentle, be careful with the head, Little tufts of emmer lift in the breeze outside the hospital the live oaks breathe, branches sway, arms too, like the hairs on her gentle crown. Charlie, I remember most the time with your mother, When she’s near the air is a bit clearer, easier to swallow, time stands stiller in quick instants, a human that’s being. The food tastes colorful, easier to stomach, I pay attention to the breezes, revel in the brief zephyrs, Like the one passing over and through our skin, right now.