This dawn wind I have given you,
don’t corral and nail it above
ocean currents or caribou trail
maps: each with its color pin,
quickly to find
as your mind travels tomorrows.
These raindrops I have given you,
don’t splinter and channel
into speakers and sprinklers:
all encouragements to linger
and weigh choices
in the fresh produce aisle.
Is it because I am God
that you think I have no need
Note: poem title and text in italics from He and I by Gabrielle Bossis