think i’ll marry orion
and live in the sky
.
he’s my best hero and keeps my eyes dry
the screech owl purrs softly in the trees beneath your belt.
a song of winter’s ending and survival’s lullabye.
we’re both quiet, nursing wounds, warming sounds by the fire.
i remember now
what I’ve been missing
these nights, trapped inside
these stars, this sky,
these ghosts all a-glitter
in the darkness of why
we’re both hunting, he and i.
not for food, but for solace.
the north star sits high just left of center stage
the only truth to believe in society’s cage
the geese are telling stories to the moon’s redundant scry.
it’s such a still night
almost forever
the screech owl serenades the darkness with his cry.
