I'd like to hear the wind's words
when it comes to wake the dawn,
and leam which color mixtures
will make the rainbow curve.
I'd like to taste the nectar
flowers serve to working bees
and know the geometries
to spin a spider's web.
I'd like to feel the gentle touch
that clouds give gliding birds
and sense the wonder of the womb
that unborn babies know.
But most of all I'd like to see
with eyes that love all men.

Jane Logan
Sparks, NV