Do not disturb the dust 

There is value to be found

In the lightest of touch

The air should only

Slightly shimmer

 

If your breath dares disturb

The bird

Or your footsteps wound

The earth

All is lost

 

Pay attention to the moon

She is friends with starlight

Her secrets must be kept

Lest she lose her glimmer

 

You will not find a confidante 

In the wind 

So, go quietly

And listen, silently. 

Clare Kinnaird, 2025.