The wind booms in the trees
The wind makes the trees on the ridge roar
Some say this is a desperate time
Some day I will rely upon the help of strangers
Someday I will forget why I write
Please don't let that happen until I am ready
The wind is bitter cold today
What if I show up wearing 4 coats?
The one closest to me belonged to my friend who just died
One would be the coat you donated to the mission
What if I lose my name along the way?
What if I can't be trusted with my own life?
Will they put me away somewhere?
Will you argue for my release and my survival?
Will you keep telling me I'm a good person?
Will you answer when I knock
And not pretend that it was just the wind?
I have the same name as you brother
Many names many nicknames
I've worn them all out
I have a little of my mother's smile
I have lost every friend I ever had
My pockets are burrows and wormholes
My pack is hanging in the woods
I don't know where I slept last night
Tonight I may not sleep at all
Today I eat from your bowl
I will sit outside and wait for the sun