If I dont reach out
is there nothing that
reaches me?

Drew

Drew across my wilderness a path
Alone to stand in trouble and peace
Of child and age alike in my heart
Gift and beggar to places I know
Both hurt and healing in one bow
The pedestal and the prison of body
Suns and moons lead to renewal inward
Storm and calm flowing out again
Like it always does away from the maze
Away from my gaze that asks one thing
Into land comforting to see
Impregnated with the rest of night
Quiet in the friendless time
To seek the one joy of being