the moon in the trees
you are not the wind in the orchard
not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.
I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley,
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.
From Litany, by Billy Collins.