Coming home

Fat birds in the lawn to greet me

just before twilight when the blades are cool and the earth exhales in shadow

Engine idling

Solo piano swelling in the cab

in my chest

I crack the window

A break in the dam

for notes to spill

into infinite space

unnoticed by gravity

I like to imagine treading there in that dark matter

waiting with a child’s grin

as the melody draws near and advances deeper still

above my tiny skull

resting like the eye of a needle upon black tapestry

I look down again

wonder at the beautiful stranger who bled this song

at the miracle of our world

water to drink

rocks to gather like bread crumbs home

cracks in the concrete

for plants to begin again

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