A walk in the forest

Number 3 of 3
of English poetry
for my international friends

thin scarves afloat in northern winds
caught in its grasp, twitching to escape

blue baby eyes peeking from a cradle
an ongoing investigation on outside life

a tiny creature boldly shakes my hand
on the borders of what we imagine to be here

wearing bright yellow ponchos whenever we go outside
lowering the cap to feel raindrops on our heads

rotating on the spot with outstretched arms
reaching for the sky, intercepting strangers