January, 1st 2017

There is a turn

A rise of air that twists a flight of swallows

If you could arrive

And push away the shadows

Where there is your home

In the midst of certainty

Its what you know

When everything speaks more then

Once in a song

As enough

As in more than weeks show off their patience

The more you end up decisive

As we building whatever we could own up to?

Fragile moments

We ease into the process of knowing we are not alone

Maybe this fancy is an evolving masquerade:

A moment in December

With one or the other,

No, that was yesterday