1.
The wind in my ears
as we rode through the rain
on our bikes — a whistle it made
with my hair or my jacket,
that only I could hear

2.
The sun on my head
(just a square, just there)
as I napped on the couch
on the screened porch —
silent but warmly expressive

3.
Various unexplained hungers —
my stomach demanding
but not specifying —
well who does it think it is anyway?
Why should I listen to it?

©Wendy Mulhern
August 30, 2017