Sunlight, Wind

Ever left the bedroom window open,

Just for that gust of wind to come in and remind you of its presence?

Or ever seen that ray of sunlight peeking through the closed curtains,
Falling on your arms, bringing warmth,
Begging you to notice it.

Are you the wind or the ray of sunlight?
Do you have to try to make it apparent—
Apparent that you exist?