If you saw the waves just now, going north,

You’d swear the creek had reversed its course,

But suddenly you see, it’s not a creek,

But a narrow lake, and it’s just the wind

Blowing from the south again.

And if you listened to the leaves

That rustle there, so restlessly,

You’d swear you could hear me,

Suggestively inviting you to stay.

But is it just the wind fooling around?

And will it ever blow this way again?

-jenn