Working outside a little church one sweltering afternoon in June was a middle-aged man and three children. The oldest, a girl about twelve, worked steadily. But the younger two-boys who looked like twins but were not-paused in their work periodically to either squabble or complain about the heat.

Feel the sun
shine
on your face
warming you
filling this place
cold with dew
from a foggy night

Feel your legs
stretch
as you race
across the wide and
grassy space
rushing quickly
speeding forth

Feel the wind
pull
through your hair
dancing about you
telling its dare
whispering new
pushing forth

Feel your heart
skip
racing on
setting something
within you free