I came out into the
Smoke infested skies
That mar the Autumn
And lend a dullness to
Cricket lullabies
And haze the
Heart for this place
With its seeds of
Newness that
Temper the long
Journey lived
Over and over in
A squall that
Batters the consciousness.
I reach for
That newness
Claiming it as
A harbinger on
The map of hope
Breaching the weather
Man made
Mad made
Can now float and fade
The turmoil exchanged
For a new belonging
Uttered into
The clarity where
Your breath meets mine.… Read More Cricket Lullabies