lie between this forested chain of hills and
learn your name, listen
and the leaves will teach you how to treat the breath inside of you
as if it were a prayer, how to recognize that this
is rare air. God is filling your lungs
and you are in the middle of the story.
when you trip
over the uneven road that is carrying you through this foreign city,
the wind will catch your heart-whispers
and courier them up to God, the wind will turn
the holes in your heart
into an instrument.