The Early Bird

I am falling

Asleep;

Don’t look at me like it’s too early:

My head is heavy on my shoulders

I’m breathing slow,

I’m breathing deep

/

I am crawling

Away;

This house I’ve never had a room in,

Four walls, a couch with tired linen,

Your voice – my quiet,

Endless shame

/

I am leaving

Behind;

The flood of memories is coming

To sweep me off my feet, still running

After the ultimate illusions

Of hope and light

/

Underground

I’m awake

I feel how spring spreads wings above me,

I hear how autumn mourns its summer

And winter is my quiet,

Endless shame