I'm barefoot,

Standing in the sand,

Swinging myself

Around and around

In my own mind,

Until I'm dizzy enough to fall,

To forget

How well grounded I am.

I'm standing with my hands raised in the air,

A cold gust and icy fingered dawn

Tousle my hair.

The chilly morning pinches my cheeks

And tells me how I've grown,

But all these things are merely echoes,

For I'm alone and windblown.

But I know without learning

How to read the skies,

And silently I speak my truth

And resound in peace,

And kiss the tongue of the wise

And realize all I need from that.

-jenn