When a wind stirs
all things,
it is a flag
When the stillness holds,
we see a spear
I do not live where it is cold.
I live where the deciduous leaves
sound like the green shore
of an ocean of breeze.
I sit out at sunset
resting my mind to the ceaseless breath of it.
When ice has paralyzed everything,
this is still what I hear.
And I am patient.
Julian
Jump and play
Until nap time.
Learn lots and teach
In turn.
All day, Julian, be busy.
Night and day, you are loved.
Xavier
Xenolith of precious gem clothed in the family magma,
Anything but a Xerox,
Visit your sapphire eyes on many places, like a Xenophanes,
In thought, inspecting leafy xysts of Italy,
Ears full of xylophones you play or build.
Remember us then, Xavier, in the sea spray of your xebec, chasing the next shore.
Water
in a photo
becomes
the story
of the photo.
This
is our
worship.