I miss in the missing
Touched by wind-flood
Its fingers swirl about
Features I often fought
I mock echoes birded
Felt keen chirp chills
Startled by the closeness
Breathless to nearer shrill
I mull in mindless
A wanderlust of wait
My warrior asana
Sing unheard of winged
I mote myself amiss
Pecked up and away
I will be anew forest
Perhaps -unpicked weed.