Today Wind ran its fingers

Through the hair of tall grass

Hugged by mowed trail

and concrete called Asp


Today I stood on path and

Felt my hair play with Grass

drifting in the same direction:



Spider came and kissed my

Bare foot as foot was feeding

Being fed by Mother

Spider did not bite


The sun sang to the water

Inside me, asking it to

Embrace the wind,

To find the cleanest air

that found me


I did not tell sweat to bead

It was not told, it obliged

Breathing  in it cooled



The brush sang with sun,

Air composing the heart

Beat of the wild within



Another spider greeted me

In my home that smelled

Of cooking Pig, plant, and



Spider stumbled around my

Window searching

I put him in a cup and

Helped him back home

Spider did not need to ask.


Copyright 2015

Logan Mikal White-Mulcare

One Thought on “Today

  1. Mom says:

    Very nice, my sweets….

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