The warm sun soaks into her skin
as she lies on the grassy hill above the town.
She stares at a flock of birds
not sure where they are going.
The soft wind blows through her hair
as she rides her bike along the road.
She follows the blacktop obediently
not sure if it will ever end.
The cool rain drops roll down her face
as she walks through the garden
She inspects every leaf and stem
not sure when the flowers will bloom.
The bright moon reflects on her face
as she polishes the grave with silent tears.
She listens to the coyotes in the woods
not sure why they are crying to the moon.
The endless night sky wraps around her body
as she sinks in the foggy air.
She rests her head by the polished stone
not sure of the sun coming tomorrow,
sure of hopelessness and sorrow.