Leveling dark. Absence of owls.
No sun exploding the sky into rain.
I have looked long and listened hard.
In that way, I return to what I was
in that life always behind us.
My tracks have left their feet behind.
In the distance there is only the past.
Wild webs. Door hanging by one hinge.
(28 April 2014)
copyright 2014 by Floyce Alexander