The fields were bare, the sun had deserted
Dark hills bursting with Autumn
As I covered the ground with the skin I was shedding
Washed my sight in the swell of the ocean
Built with my bones a refuge to shelter my soul
And watched as the days fell and curled
Were consumed by the soil. The sky became white
As absences crowded the earth and the sole movements
Were the shadows of migrating birds
I witnessed the world become silent and frozen
As a frigid wind snapped at the sunlight
And winter grew tall on the curving horizon
To survey the land with its dead eyes
I covered myself with a shawl made of sleep and began
To burrow my way through layers of cold earth
And limestone. Through dry bones and clay I clawed
And I crawled til I found a core barely formed
Still bursting with colour and sound