Silent sleepers
Crushed crowds
Midnight creepers
Your words are loud
November floods
slows down dreams
the hope that was
This whole year
This season of slow
Maybe it wasn’t to find out where we couldn’t go
But to find out what it is
To know what is Home.
in them I found
all that is
Wild wondrous and willful
In me I lost all that was
dusty dark and drowned
