I am lost in this greying world.
There are depths of air far past the horizon--
I cannot breathe enough.
Closely-knit clouds make a roof above me--
I have not found shelter.
This road I follow, it knows me well--
I do not know the way home.
I should have stayed there with you,
in that place, at that time.
My body is a dark outline,
my skin is a shell; I pull away
from its edges.
My arms wrap around my shoulders,
my knees touch my chest,
all to keep my heart warm
as I join the singing wren,
another little soul
above an innocent world
against a widening sky.
The sun shines golden behind me here.
Surrounded by my own kind, I belong to the open.
For now.
