My daughter heard about India
on the news today.
Thousands of people drowning
on dry land.
“It’s good that it’s windy,”
she tells me.
I ask her why
and she says it will carry
our air to them
so they can breathe.
I start to explain,
but then I stop.
I ask her if she wants to add
her prayers to the wind.
She nods,
and suddenly
the wind picks up,
a saying I never understood
until now.