this moment

The sun is on my face through the glass of the window

The wind is gusting

Lifting the dried leaves

Dancing them in the air

I hear their brittleness as they hit each other

The wind is howling

Rattling the pipe so loudly at times, I use to think of it as a very loud woodpecker

I am overwhelmed, but braced by the sun

I want to turn my back on the wave I see in the distance

I want to weave myself a tale and find comfort in it, but I don't quite know how

When you tell me you can hear my thoughts no matter where you are, I want that to be true

I want the magic of being human to be enough

To have the power to silence those who reach out to do harm