In a steaming sun,
Your gifts drift between clouds.
Gentle laughter glides on the breeze,
Playing its notes sweet and staccato.
Words bounce and skid, slide and careen
Settling into a satisfying rhythm
Bound neither by time nor space.
Hold at bay the shadow of routines and schedules
Tether me with nature’s calm.
Lift me with your story,
Sustain me with your visions.