Parading

How they went together to Otherwhere, the fairest land they had

Show me / the detail, the intricate embroidery

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you

Not thinking is the closest we can get to stopping time.

I will be

I’ve made a small hole in the silence, a tiny one,

Tonight as it gets cold

Rapt, still I ask for song. Unspooling

I will be the butterfly

this is