Before the wind kissed my feet
I tied ten blessings in a sheet
Cursed by a crow, carried afar
I know not where I left my care
Worries tangle like string, I spoke with Kings
Did tricks with rings and blessed their things
Fingers and thumbs smudged the numbers
Which moon I stood under
“Who knows?
“Who cares?”
Echoes the gaudy dawn.
Copyright © Christopher J. Hudson 2000
