I named the clouds just to feel known,
told secrets to a skipping stone.
The wind replied with riddles sweet—
I laughed, alone, on crowded streets.

Laughter.                      
          
           Joy.                      

                 Gossip.        
    
Whispers.                                   ­   

                 Giggles.                                
                    
   ­                            Friends.
    
      Smiles.            
            
Love.       ­                               

Love.

No.
Include me.
Take me.

No.
Stop it.

No.
No.
no

Gray clouds bloom open,
raindrops fall into the puddle
on the ground

…

which One circles around.