Adopted
Poem by Esha Chelle Nagle
I court stillness in the night air
longing to whisper my prayer
to a passerby window.
Just one touch,
longing to rest,
in the nest of belonging.
Not anyone will do,
in fact most pass you by,
unclear of my cry,
I pass myself up too.
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