Looking at photographs
Of people I don't recognise
And places I don't remember being
Reading letters from strangers
Their words appear to be about me
I'll bury myself in the heart of this home
Burrowing under books given to children now old
Asleep in the shadow
Of an old life
Daybreak on a sleeping swarm
I've laid my roots
As deep as they can go
This place wasn't built around me
As my antlers grew
From one nest to another
And I call it home
I am a mist
And you are a mirror
This nest is a furnace
And we are its embers
I am a mist
And you are a mirror
This nest is a furnace
And we are its embers