On Your Way

overwhelmed
by darkness and dream
4 a.m. and p.m. –
no life between

A hummingbird whispers a secret in your ear, but in getting too close, pierces your eardrum.

Bereft.

On the hike, my injury and how hobbling home made sense.

How to express this – this lack – this unbridgeable path – this prisoner in my chest.

I am clotted.

Dylan told me you would go on your way but a soul thought she knew better.

Bones over bones in winter's ground.

Once, my innocence was given but now, not so much.

Who is unable say farewell shows up in all the wrong places.

Blessed be the poor in spirit for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Now, mornings dawn unto emptiness.

And snowless days allow the redbird song, but deprive the Watcher of a sighting. The sight. Our sight.

evergreen bush
stoic in my scarcity
cardinal parting ways