Child. Need.

I read at the turn of the day

about the inherent neediness of children.

Earlier, the warm wind gusted,

spraying water

from the fountain in the plaza,

the mist kissing my hands,

blessing my face,

the wind still stronger

than my strengthened soul,

the strong wind still soft enough,

the drops of the fountain

soft on my skin.

The soft strength,

the wind and water,

carry me over

here in this threshold of the day,

turning me into a child again,

awakening me

(just before sleep overtakes me)

to my need of you,

my wind and water,

my soft strength,

all I need to rest,

my only need to rest,

my Rest carrying me

to rest like a child beside you.

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Child. Need.

by troy cady

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