and you know this feeling
it is the constant star
as if you’ve been home sick all your life
for a thing you’ve always known
yet never had…
but these days are good
and also familiar
days of peace
wet earth and time passing slowly
like the time of children and animals
the time of growing things
each moment
unfolding
each moment you’re knowing
you’ve know it all along
even before there were words to describe it
just as you also know
constant stranger moving through these days
unable to stay for very long
a thief only able to carry little bits away
beneath the leather jacket
in a pocket next to your heart.
