Once a day the wind calls upon my name

Fearful of being a pawn in nature’s game

I search for shelter and a place to call my own

Lost in a world much too far from home

Thirsty and alone battered and afraid

Pressing my ears to the earth hoping to hear my name

Numbered days and counted ways

The flood flowed cold with inky blood

And yet the wet sky blinked with stars in deep slumber