He saw a small animal running
On a wind and a whisper.

If the wind had an air of fear
The tiny beast was tearing through
the leaves and the bark and the dirt and the cigarette butts with a passion that couldn't be tamed.
Escape from the evils that chase you
he thought.

Maybe he was the evils.
If the wind had an air of hope
Then the creature was bounding
with a still resolute destiny around
the next fallen branch.
Find your prayers in the dust
He thought.

Maybe he was the prayers.
If the wind had an air of love
Then the being was moving of absolute and resounding certainty
Yearning to take each step and leap quicker pushing the brink of existence to get to his livelihood.
Find your steps to reach your hearts desires he thought.

He knew his own desires.
He knew because they were in
The whispers.