Have personalities

From color to shapes to

Numbers on a stem…

Today as they swing in

Cadence with the wind

They remind me to

Move, dance and sing…

But their rhythm

Has me mesmerized

In my chair

Interpreting their

Movements into thoughts

And ideas they might

Be intending to imbed

In my mind…

Their communication

Becomes evident as

You see them touch

Each other and tangle

With more vigor as the

Breeze blows and heaves

And throws the stems…

Almost like the waves

Of the ocean…