Hive

a time of traveling in packs
tight knit sweaters
ready to tense up a shoulder
against any naysayer
and draw in closer
the breath of inner circles
was not all without ripples
but a ship was set with certainty
tides of doubt not yet lapping
 at our helm

curfew

a promise now

to stay on cold streets

until almost midnight

to feel moments are 

adding up

to be some sort

of

best time

The Testimony of Light

Light says

on the brick wall.


Says

on the plant in the window.

Says

through the leaves onto your page.

Says

on the floorboards towards your bed.