Where are you now?

Posted Nov 5, 2003
Last Updated Nov 1, 2011

Where are you now?
Weights bear me down.
Who built this path—
Who planted this dying field?
Dirty wind calls
as the locust sings;
Tonight will breathe more cold air
than an Arctic Spring.

The wolves call out
and my spirit knows
I ought to move.
This heart wants to rage and shout;
So why do these eyes turn down
to the place where all light
has already gone out?

Where are you now?

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