Secret breezes of the night invite
my bedroom curtains to dance
and they accept
fluttering and swaying with every
gust that slips through the window
Leaning out into the world
the cool air of summer caresses
my skin but
no goosebumps form there
The blackened sky anxiously
showers the city with droplets
that touch my bare arms
but I am free from worry
For the moment my eyes scan
the streets of sleeping Earth
with a renewed sense
of wonder and peace
My once troubled mind
has reached the eye of the storm
Sweet Speculation 