Ten Fingers
In between my fingers, I hold the wind Winter’s wind numbs my joints yet I fold the wind In all my travels across the skies I’m always impressed with women who aide me as I hold the wind On the darkest nights voids of clouds stars whisper secrets to the moon in the coldest wind Mom is inside pacing in the front of the fridge while Dad and the kids soothe the dog as I hold the wind After the hour of my deepest stress the only comfort that comes to my mind arrives as I hold the wind