Between her hospital room and home, there are miles / of darkness she must learn / to make light. She must understand again / this is not she. She is locked away in some distant cell / in some faraway prison in some remote city / she doesn’t know the name of, let alone / …
One half of the moon fell lightly through the window as night fell silent, and I felt oddly old and incapable of love, another gray February, afraid as I was to fall asleep to my own breath or bird’s song falling ever fair by some order no one understands, least of all me who feels …