Psalm

Then these sounds shall be wind

if they rise up from their place, then

they shall blow away, they are wind.

We have breathed and our breath was

as the sighing of trees around a house,

we have muttered and our lips

muttered as a garden in the rain,

we have spoken and our voices

strayed like birds above a roof.

Because we wanted to find our name.

But only the wind knows the place

that we were, where and when.