Making love to you is a ritual –
When the rain is done
and the air is new and clean and fresh
After all of that
I still love you, I just love
It lays there bare, a knowing, a fact
A feeling on its own
Separate from place and journeys and destinations…

I open and close the window
as the wind abides and sun appears
I spend my day like this
Adjusting a sail
Yet the tree always stands in the courtyard
letting the wind through its branches easily
Perhaps it’s true, it has no choice
but to grow towards the sun from where it’s rooted…

I look for my voice in hiding places
A child playing, koo koo