Red Clay To My Knees

tonight it feels like i am a thousand miles away...

and i can't even feel the weight of my body here.

  

instead, i imagine trudging heavily in the snow

there are hot puffs of breath in the night air

it is not quite dusk and the blood sun is leaking in
through tiny cracks in front of me

my old friend and i  have found a cabin.

we are standing with our boots in the dirt,

picking up dusted papers

looking under a stranger's things

but old friend is starting to disappear, rolling with the wind out from under the lintel.

i can't catch him.

my fingers stretch out - wreathed in the smoke of what was him

and now i am lost to the sight of my empty hands

and to the ache of all the home i used to have