It is very quiet in my room.
I hear the dog breathing softly.
I look out the window and see
The dune grass stretch and wave to me
Briskly – good morning.
I see the sun’s reflection off
The blades. They glisten.
Later, I will ride my bicycle
Past them and I will say,
“Good afternoon.” They will
sway a wave goodbye.
If all goes as planned, in the
Evening as the sun sets, lifting
Off the blades of grass,
I will wish them
All a good night.
In the dim light,
I will see them wave back.