Buffeted By Wind - Arbouretum

buffeted by wind or wave in your

What hangs suspended in the reach between the water and the sky

I was not even all the time or near but I tried

The old still visible made physical the weather from inside

I’m on the roof just watching the rain

High streets and sky are colored the same

I will trod

I have not been to sleep in years

I should have known it when you ran

That it was always in the plan

Midnights, cold sweat and fever dreams