what loves
you chooses
not to come
and so you’ve
lived your
life alone
sitting in
a tree
eating bark
fearful of
the night
and the
earth’s
dark song
you’ve
wondered
all these
years what
it would be
a man
a woman
a god
but there
was just
the tree
listen are
those footsteps
can you see
someone coming
is that a shadow
or just the moonlight
bending over to
listen to your heart
and that song
so bereft of
melody that
you listen
all night long
it’s like a voice
singing in your ear
of love and death
and the passing
of another year
rlmcdermott 