What could I say, who am I?
As a child, I would always survey the feathery clouds swimming across the sky, and wished that I could be a bird, soaring free.
Later, I would wish to travel the world with a backpack, watch the sun set, as it falls asleep in the pulsating susurration, or as it rises above the cold peaks of mountains.
Well, if you catch a grown-up playing a child’s game, if you see one walking in the forest with her arms out, one embracing a tree; don’t be surprised, for you’ve met me.
As I hike across valleys and hills, we could run into each other at any time.
Or I could be the one sitting for hours, watching as the wind ruffles the leaves, or the one silently observing the whirling of the city from the distance.
If you cuddle beside me, I’ll listen.
If you ask for advice, I shall tell you my opinion.
If you’re hungry, I shall share my meal with you.
If silence is what you wish for, we shall sit quiet. I’m an observer. A seeker.