Papers Poem by Vera Sidhwa

I swooped down,
To scoop up the unruly papers,
On the floor.
It was so windy,

These papers flew out the door.


I thought this paper arrangement,
Between them and I,
Seemed quaintly odd,
And I questioned why.

The ruffled papers,
Looked up to me,
So quizzically.
Asking for some answers.

That I couldn't give.


And so the papers and I made the best of it.
We chased each other around in the wind in the trees.