a cloudy sky is
… the stuffing from a torn pillow
… cotton ready to be woven into cloth
… dandelion fluff floating in the air.

… cluster of green leaves …

a tidbit, crumb, trembling small bird

[brown streaks in its white feathers]

Was I listening to a conversation
the wind was having with the trees?

Was the echo the sound of the wind
visiting the empty rooms of my mind?

Someone spoke, and no one answered.

Was it the wind curling around my ears,
exploring geometric solutions, then talking?

Or is a book being read,
a page turned?

Perhaps, new resolutions
nave been made