The wind has blown through the whole day,
tossing tree crowns and plastic chairs,
bringing mugginess from the south
but cooling it to bearable

Dragonflies have danced, devouring insects
who had found, perhaps,
a still point in the air

We have walked this day
with grace and finesse,
we have found ways to move,
ways to make others happy

We have kept listening
to the patterns of kindness,
passed from tree to tree, sung by many birds,
held in the dignity of each tousled head
that lifts itself to face the wind.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 22, 2016