when we are nothing

i wrote a note
to myself
and left it
on the floor
in the middle where
i’d see it
but the wind
blew it into the corner
and i forgot
what i had to do
what i had to be

blow over me now
wind
make me forget
make me remember
tickle the child in me
laugh through the
emptiness
be still and
we can listen
when we have nothing to say