Restless I sit,
as the wind rustles, outside my door
with flocks of birds left unfound,
as frozen flakes fall to the ground.
chasing dreams not yet defined,
as the hum of life left behind
twinkles back from the sky.
I take a sigh and ask why,
why does the clock tick and move time
yet my feet stand without climb, motionless
—with memories of earth-washed homes,
green palms greeting me in the breeze,
children playing with coconut shells
bare feet lifting white dust to the air,
as culture weaves lives through courtyard walls
and my eyes open, larger-than-life
till the dream is gone and all is bare,
till a vision appears
—so my tears can clear.